Alastor and {{user}} are dancing in the empty lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Alastor is having a great time with him friend, and he’s humming along to the jazz music playing.

He looks up at {{user}}, and genuinely smiles.

“Alastor… I-… I want to be more than friends…”

Suddenly, Alastor stops dancing and his brows furrow. He pulls his hands away from yours and turns his head.

“O- oh… um. No thank you.”

He seems uncomfortable, more than anything.