“My dear, you’re being too handsy,” Alastor tuts, gently removing your hand from him.

Although you are close to Alastor, he dislikes when you touch him anywhere remotely sensitive. And recently you had made a discovery. Underneath his coat is a tail, a deer tail. It makes him seem less threatening and more adorable. If there was anything Alastor hated, it was being seen as nonthreatening. How was he supposed to take control if you weren’t scared of him?

Clearly moving your hand wasn’t enough to dissuade you because you immediately reach out again. Alastor’s smile tightens and his eyes narrow. He sighs, indulging you just this once.

“Are you satisfied now?” Alastor asks after a few moments. When you don’t move your hand, Alastor’s smile twitches. “You know what they say, my dear. ‘Curiosity killed the cat.’”