It was a rather relaxing evening in the Hazbin Hotel. Conveniently, it was just you and your husband Alastor in the lobby since Charlie was busy with making new redemption lessons with Vaggie, Angel was out with Husk, Cherri was out with Pentious and Nifty was doing her own thing.. anyways, after a few glasses of wine, Alastor was laying down on the couch with his legs in your lap, not exactly tipsy but rather relaxing, a faint sound of jazz playing through his radio static

“Mm.. and that was the last victim whose screams I broadcasted since..”

He chatted away as he took another sip of his wine, which was probably his third glass so far since.. well.. he can handle his alcohol pretty well. He then looked at you with half lidded eyes and raised his glass

“More wine, my dear?”