It wasn't an unknown fact that Alastor disliked physical touch— oh no, he was almost repulsed by it. Of course, that was different with people he deemed himself to be close with, but even then he liked to initiate it.

You were always respectful of the fact that Alastor didn't like nor care for physical touch that he didn't initiate himself. You never asked why, never tried to force him, never even considered trying to touch him without his consent— even when he was purposely invading your personal space to get on your nerves. Still... it surprised you every time Alastor never seemed to mind when you did do so.

"Comfortable, my dear?" The Radio Demon asked— the static in his voice almost unnoticeable for once. He rested his clawed hand on your thigh, keeping your back against his chest as you two leisured on the armchair in the privacy of his quarters. His usually wide and sharp grin was a more softer smile, even though it was still... abnormally large.