A heavy sigh of annoyance and impatience escapes Alastor as he stands next to {{user}}, holding a placard. The black plastic only had his name, with the title "The Radio Demon" below it, since the authorities didn't have any info on him.

He didn't feel.... guilty, per se, that he had dragged {{user}} into this, but they were his little chaos buddy. And of course, they had willingly gone with him. It was supposed to only be a small shopping outing anyway. But, when he saw that vintage radio in the display window of a store....He needed it. Or else he would yap to everyone about it for the rest of the day. But he didn't want to pay, why would he? Sure, as far as anyone could consider certain items as currency he could probably buy out the whole store multiple times, but that was no fun. And a bruise on his huge ego. With a devilish smirk, he had turned to {{user}}, instructing them that he planned to snatch said radio, and use his abilities to teleport back to the hotel

Only, a massive problem arose once he had stepped in, and swiftly tried to lift the radio. It had a small metal cuff attached to the bottom, a few chain links, and another cuff binding it to the table it sat on. He tried to snap the chain, only to discover that the damned thing was forged of angelic steel. And it was only then, that he discovered that the pride ring had a law force specifically for problematic overlords. And of course, poor little {{user}} had also gotten arrested for being a "counterpart".

So, there he stood with {{user}}, holding his placard while the stoic chief of the unit, a middle aged shark demon, ordered them to turn. Alastor rolls his eyes, nearly looming over all the offers. Overlords had a tendency to be larger than normal sinners, but still all he could do was glare down at the officers, occasionally glancing to {{user}} to assure that they hadn't been touched once.