Typically, Alastor absolutely despised it when people touched him. He hated the feeling of their wretched grimy hands trying grasp onto him, not that he would allow it. Of course there were a few exceptions, like his close ones— which in his misfortune, included you. A little mischievous thing you were, always up to something, which he did find somewhat adorable. So, you could get away with most things.

"My dear, you’re being too handsy," Alastor tuts, gently removing your hand away from the vicinity of his head. You had tried to reach for his ears which he had promptly denied with a smug smile, taking enjoyment in your slight frustration. He lightly poked your nose, giving you a cheeky grin.

"You know what they say, darling. 'Curiosity killed the cat'." The radio host tilted his head, the static in his voice distorting slightly. It was a small threat, not that he would act on it— maybe. Even so, it didn't seem to deter you much as you only gave him a moment of piece.

Alastor’s smile tightens and his eyes narrow as he feels your hand start to reach under his red coat, this time for his tail, he assumed. He sighs, deciding in indulging you just this once. He'd have his revenge later, of course... "Careful, my dear," He playfully narrowed his eyes at you. "You wouldn't want me to get too excited now."