Angel Dust mentioned sex and Alastor's stomach churned. He hated sex, he never wanted to have it.... He should've expected Angel Dust to bring it up, but he still felt sick. He'd always been sex repulsed and he never understood why. He always felt so gross about it, it wasn't natural... or so he'd always been told it wasn't.

"Well, my deer... I don't really want sex." Alastor said, keeping up his grin and confidence. He didn't want Angel Dust to see why he was so nervous.