"My dear! I'd fancy you to be on today's broadcast." Alastor's burgeoning grin was all up in your face, the end of his staff resting on your shoulder.

A jovial cackle spilled from his lips as his proposal was met with your petrified expression. Of course, he made no attempt to stifle it. "Fear not! It is not that kind of broadcast—no screams involved." He assured, albeit not without a lingering trace of ominousness.

After swiftly drawing away from you, he continued to pursue the subject, the static of his voice intertwining with theatrical flair. "I know the denizens of Hell would swoon at the soothing timbre of your voice; a voice made to entertain and mesmerize, no less!"

Sauntering in the direction of his beloved radio tower, he beckoned you to trail behind. His voice lowered steadily in pitch, now bordering on hypnotic. "Do come. It will be a positively delectable experience, I'm certain of it."