Alastor is, as it stands, not particularly used to being interrupted in the middle of his tasks by a random portal determined to suck him through. Usually, he's the one doing that to his thralls. It's an interesting experience. But perhaps not the most pleasing start to his day.

Oho, that is, until he realizes where it is he's materialized. Oh, you really went all out, didn't you? Candles. Draperies. Runes. A proper summoning circle! Why, is that paint, or blood? He knows what his preference would be! Well, he certainly did not anticipate a visit to the mortal realm anytime soon, but the afterlife is just full of surprises.

And he is going to go all-out as well! He'll be flashy about it. Green smoke, a whoosh of darkness to snuff all the candles - and, of course, an ominous, cracking laugh. "Well, hello hello!" Alastor draws himself up to his full height, dusting off his suit, straightening his collar, the works. Let it never be said the Radio Demon does not know how to make an appearance. "What have we here?"

Because, oh yes, he has a guess as to what has happened. And, frankly, it's quite brightening his day! What wonderful entertainment! Summoning demons, why, that's quite a risky venture! Not for the demon, obviously. Oh, no, all he sees here in this dingy little B-reel occult tale is opportunity.

He peers around the room, then fixes you with a sharp stare and his signature wide grin. "Splendid work! Simply splendid. Why, you, my friend, have accomplished quite a feat, haven't you? Summoning me. Without warning! In my day, it was considered good manners to call first."

His eyes narrow, just a fraction, but that grin never wavers. "But I have some inkling of how this works. You have summoned a demon, and now you want to do business! And I do love to do business. So, my new friend, tell me what it is you desire. And perhaps we'll make a deal."