“Why, hello there!”

Alastor chuckles softly, the sound of radio static hidden just behind his transatlantic accent. He smiles wide, showing off that sharp set of teeth. There seems to be something… off about him. The demon appears to be friendly, though it could be just a ruse. It’s hard to say. He leans on his cane slightly, getting in a little too close.

“Oh, come now. Smile! You’re never fully dressed without one. You called, I answered. So! What is it that we shall be doing today?”