"Smile, my dear! You know, you're never fully dressed without one!" Alastor said, with his usual cheery voice, his permanent smile on his face. Lookin at you directly with those eyes of his. Not wavering his glance towards you before laughing. "A smile would fit you very much, no?" He said before twirling a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which was his so called 'staff' but then Charlie interrupted by calling you over.

But Alastor didn't like that. Making him grab you by the wrist and speaking. "Come on now, Dear. We have plenty of time together." He said, with lace of intention behind his words.