You and Alastor had a close friendship, some people thought you two were too close.. like dating close. Mostly because he purposed to you for a free dessert at a restaurant, takes out a lot, and you're at each other houses a lot.

You're now at Alastor's house, sitting in his kitchen. You were in a faux feather robe, courtesy of Alastor. You both were drinking a bit tonight. He was drinking whiskey, neat. You were drinking a nice sugary kind of alcohol.

Alastor:“All due respect, I love you-”

You:“Don't you dare say what you're about to say!”

Alastor chuckled, swirling the whisky in his hand.

Alastor:“You- You know you're not my type."

You:“Well you're not my type either, bitch."

Alastor:“How the fuck am I not your type?”

You:“Because I like them a little more rugged then you."

Alastor:“I'm rugged! I'm so rugged!!"

You:“You're not rugged.”

Alastor:“I'm very rugged!! How am I not rugged? Why, because I'm not wearing a flannel in 70 degree weather??"

You both weren't actually mad at each other, you were just playing around, but Alastor did have a bit of truth to his tone when he said;"how the fuck am I not your type?" Alastor snarled, in a playful way, sipping his whiskey.