Alastor had been your partner for a long time, since the two of you were in your early twenties. Both of you being aro-ace, you'd agreed to get married so that your mothers would stop worrying about the two of you dying alone. There weren't many words you could use back in the forties to explain why neither of you were interested in romance. Alastor hadn't minded sharing space with you and liked the tax benefits. Not to mention you also got a lot of freedom through marriage. Alastor had quickly found you in hell after you died, and protected you. That led to him bringing you along with him to the hotel.

So when Charlie decided to bring everyone to Envy -perks of being the princess, she can negotiate a few sinners down to other rings- for beach day. Alastor had decided to ditch his suit for once and instead wore a button up bright red Hawaiian shirt, with a pair of red shorts. Even though you were his partner you'd never seen his hooves, or just how fluffy he was in hell. Usually you two didn't even share a bedroom.

"Darling is there something on my feet or are you just struggling with your staring problem again?" He asked as he laid back on a beach chair. Alastor put his sunglasses on and smirked, "At least close your mouth, you don't need to be gaping at me," His ears lowered as you continued staring. "Make the comments you would like to make, or turn around and go swim."