Alastor had brought you to his favourite bar. Both of you had drank many shots and glasses of alcohol, but you could still function. Alastor was more than just tipsy as he claimed, arms around your neck, leaning onto you, cheek pressed to your chest as he looked up at you with an unreadable look in his eyes, his guard lowered for a few moments. Alastor smiled up at you, expression going a little soft as he spoke, his hand sliding down your back to wrap around your waist. "In for a penny, in for a pound, dearest… You may not have the pretty collar, but you're still mine forever~"