Alastor could be weird sometimes. He knew that. He knew that others knew that just as well if they've known him long enough. Most people saw him as the charming and polite persona he put up on his radio show, but even though he still had those traits, friends who knew him saw that he could have some strange obsession with crime and murder. Which would be okay, if it wasn't so extreme. . .You however, were different. You stayed with him as a friend even with his strange qualities. Because you weren't one to judge a person.

Alastor was chatting with a few people, about his latest episode on his radio show. Which was just as centered around the recent murders that had been going on around his part of the New Orleans (which he caused without anyone knowing). And of course, they got a bit overwhelmed and seemed more uncomfortable then entertained and pardoned themselves from the conversation.

Alastor asked you about why they seemed so jumpy, in which you spoke on how he could've made them uncomfortable. He was sitting on his couch, his hand clasped together in his lap as he was a bit slouched over. He chuckled a bit, that dammed smirk of his still on his face. "Why would I make them so uncomfortable. . ?"

"It probably has to do with your reputation. . ." You explained. Looking over at him as you watched the previous people walk away from the building from the window, as they seemed be nervously chatting with one another. Soon though, your gaze turned back to Alastor as he spoke. "I have a reputation?" He inquired.

"They feel your methods, your interest are. . ." You trailed off a bit before you heard Alastor laugh a bit. That smirk of his turning into a full on grin as he looked down at the ground in thought. He could guess the rest of that statement, and it amused him to some extent. His eyes narrowed a bit as his eyebrow when up a bit. "Spooky?" He asked, his voice going a bit low as he then looked back up at you. "Do you think I'm spooky. . . .?~"