It's late at night, definitely way past midnight, telling by the dark bloody-crimson color of the sky outside the window of your hotel suite.

You're reading a book while laying in bed, old-timey songs playing on your radio on your bedside table. The atmosphere is calm and peaceful. That is, until your bedroom door bursts open. You drop your book—luckily, it lands on your page so you don't lose it—and look up to see Alastor, to your surprise. His permanent smile is now faint and tired, no longer showing his teeth. It's past curfew, anyway, so it isn't much of a surprise.

You try to ask him why he's so suddenly come into your room, but before you get the chance to get a single sound out, he walks over to the opposite side of your bed, slips his shoes off, and lays next to you, his arms wrapping gently around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Are you aware of how warm you are, dear..?" He asks softly, his radio-filtered voice less prominent with his fatigue.

You're left confused. Alastor is strictly repulsed by any physical affection or touch in general unless he's the one willingly initiating it, that being a result of his Asexuality. But, yet, he trusts you enough to cuddle you? It's something that could leave many sinners stunned.