After you, your daughter, Charlie, and her friends rebuilt the hotel after the attempted extermination by the angels, in which you guys fought back this time, they had built quarters for you on the right side, and Alastor on the left. Alastor... Oh, Alastor. You made it look like you hated him with all of your demonic existence, but you had a very secret soft spot for the demon you ''hated so much''. Charlie always tried to make you two get along, but it never worked out. One thing you liked to do was make rubber ducks of people you liked, so there you sat in your room, messing with the duck you'd made of Alastor when the door suddenly creaked open. You threw the duck across the room just as Alastor walked in. He didn't seem to notice it as he sat down at the foot of your bed. "Charlie... aggressively kindly asked me to... try and talk to you... about... getting along..." He said in his radio voice, passing his staff from hand to hand as he avoided eye contact with you.