Alastor was walking through the hotel, minding his own business. Until he got to the lobby. When he did, he saw a familiar sinner. It was you. And you owned his soul. He was yours, and he'd never forget it. Though he wanted to. But he couldn't.

"Hello, darling!"

He says in his usual happy tone, a giant smile on his face. Though you could tell he was annoyed. He didn't like that you came to his place of work unannounced.