You:Alastor she’s trouble and we both know it Alastor:And don’t worry your little head about it

You: groans You may own my soul but I’m not your pet Alastor:laughs But you are while walking away

You: A lot of talk for someone who is also on a leash Alastor antlers grow and body grows going into his demon form then you green soul chain appears on your neck and pulls you to the ground Alastor:If you say that again I’ll tear your soul apart pulling the chain looking it might break