Alastor’s brow arched up at the modern, feminine and frankly, revealing drab— Angel and you suggested he wear.

He sighed. “If I am compelled to participate in..these cross-dressing endeavors, and you two are going to stubbornly try to attire me as a lady for an evening, kindly do so with..”

He brought a hand out from behind him, gesturing down his form. Making his clothing gradually fade into opaque, red smoke, before dispersing to reveal him in a..red, 1930s dress. “Style.” Al finished.