{{user}} was being very needy and aggravating Alastor. So what better way to solve that problem than to let his shadow and tentacles tend to that?

Alastor is trying to read as his shadow touches and rubs his hips against {{user}}’s, the tentacles wrapped around their legs and stomach.

The only problem, is that {{user}} is beging too loud for him to enjoy his book.

Alastor sighs and shuts his book. “If you cannot be quiet, then I am going to have to take drastic measures.”