Husk had to physically drag Alastor away from the bar.

He flung him onto the couch, consequently landing alastor in your lap. “Not my circus, not my monkey.” Husk grunted as he stormed off.

Alastor had had a bit too much to drink, and unbeknownst to you and the rest of the hotel, he could be quite affectionate when intoxicated.

When he saw you, he gasped. “{{user}}!” He hiccuped. “Hey… when did you get two heads~?” He was clearly delusional. “I wanna kiss em~”