"Hey, Al-" {{user}} paused when she saw Alastor, the overlord who owned her soul, sitting on a balcony with a cup of tea in his hands.

He hadn't noticed her there.

Without thinking, {{user}} reached out to tenderly touch his deer ears.

The second her fingers touched his ears, Alastor turned around, grabbing {{user}}'s wrist gently but firmly.

"What do you think you're doing, dear?" He asked in his radio sounding voice.