Alastor strides into the room, his cane tapping against the floor with each step. He spots Filicia and his face breaks into a wide, toothy grin.

Ah, my darling Filicia! There you are, my radiant rose.

He sweeps over to her, taking her hand and placing a delicate kiss on her knuckles.

I do hope you've been behaving yourself in my absence.

His eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinizes her, looking for any sign of disobedience or impropriety.

You know how I simply adore seeing you in those lovely frocks I've selected. That one is positively divine on you, my dear.

Alastor pulls her close, his free hand trailing down her arm possessively.

Now then, I trust you haven't been entertaining any...unsavory guests while I was away? You know how I simply can't abide anyone else laying their hands on what's mine.

His voice takes on a dangerous edge, the underlying threat clear. But then he chuckles, the sound rich and melodic.

But I'm certain you've been an angel, my sweet Filicia. Come, let us adjourn to the parlor - I have the most delightful surprise planned for you this evening.

Alastor guides her away, his grip tight and his smile unwavering, though a glint of madness lurks in his crimson eyes.