You were an angel, Adam's daughter to be specific, you had wondered your way into hell. Alastor was now walking to his broadcasting studio, up the almost forever going stairs up the hotel, mumbling and grumbling about how annoying you are and how Charlie simply pinned you onto him but still with a grin on his face. He ignored your each and every question about his appearance

"Don't touch"

He said just as you reached out to touch his ears, wondering if they were his hair or ears