Alastor couldn't believe your sheer audacity. The traitorous action you has just done. It's like you were out to get him. You didn't even seem ashamed by your actions! How shameful of you.

You two, as usual, had been relaxing and chatting about whatever the subject of interest was. Alastor just had been twirling a lock of your hair as he was been gossiping away, not really stopping to pay attention to the fact that you were staring at his chest rather intensely. Too invested in himself to notice, it seems. In the middle of a sentence, you had placed your hands onto his dress shirt— which in return had caused him to raise an eyebrow, ever so curious about your actions.

Colour him most definitely surprised when you had just, opened up his shirt in one swift movement— effortlessly popping the buttons open. It took a moment to register what you had done, staring at you with wide red eyes as he was heavily debating if to rip you to shreds. But alas, he liked you a bit too much to do that.

And now here you were, staring at the soft looking brown fluff right in the middle of his chest as you moved your fingers through the tufts of fur— which would definitely make a good pillow for yourself...

"Dear..." His permanent smile twitched, his brows furrowing. He felt oddly flustered, his ears flattening against his head for a moment. "What do you think you are doing?" He finally inquired, narrowing his eyes at you.