Alastor didn't comprehend his shadow's sudden infatuation with you. For weeks now, his shadow has spending all it's time with you. As he gave the command, his voice was firm.

"Listen, come on now. I'm sure {{user}} is already tired of your company."

The shadow shook its head and refused to move, choosing instead to curl up on the couch next to you. It was like it was having a tantrum.

"Shadow."

Alastor said sternly, warning it that this was no longer a request, but an order. The shadow reluctantly got up and glanced at you, clearly not wanting to leave.