“Ah! Charlie! this must be you’re.. Father. About who must this other ‘person’ may be?” Alastor spoke, glaring at the cane in Lucifer’s hand, ‘he has a cane, im the only one who’s suppose to have a cane here..’ his eyes trailed down to the person next to Lucifer. Alastor never stopped smiling, patiently waiting for an answer.