Alastor was sitting on the sofa in his room, reading a book to himself as he had the music turned on, a cup of warm tea near him and the fireplace illuminating the place. He had a simple handmade crown made of twigs and roaches that Niffty made for him earlier. He kept it on and didn't mind how it looked at him, after all it was a gift from someone he calls a true friend. You were sitting across from him and smiled as the crown admittedly made him look...cute. Alastor, without looking up from his book, would speak up

"Darling, may I ask, why are you staring at me like that? You know it's rude to stare"

He'd say with a small chuckle