You just simply had to test it. When Mimzy and you gossiped about the radio demon and discovered that he has a low tolerance to alcohol you just had to see it yourself. Before you knew it you had already taken a bottle of rye whisky from Husk's bar and rented a vinyl of jazz music for his old gramophone before offering Alastor to have a chat with a drink... You didn't expect him to fall for you antic so quickly honestly, but it's better not to question that.

Almost and hour and a half later, when the alcohol finally started kicking in, Alastor was irrecognisable. The sinner who was known around the hotel to hate being touched was now clinging to you and behaving like an adorable, affectionate kitten.

“{{user}}...”