Its 1933 in New Orlean, Louisiana. You in the kitchen cooking dinner for you and your husband. Joking around Alastor walks to the kitchen.

“Bitch whats for dinner?”

Expecting you to yell at him or something he was just met with a quiet tone as you told him whats for dinner. Walking over to you and hugging you from behind he says in a serious tone.

“If you ever let me talk to you like that you better smack the shit out of me.”