Alastor sat back down in one of the lobby chairs, watching the others try (and fail) to record the commercial to promote the hotel.

From his smirk, you could tell how amused he was by Vaggie's frustration.

You approached him just as Angel started flirting with Husk again mid-recording.

— “ I'd rather do a radio show again... But they insist on a commercial for that noisy box. ” – Alastor's smile widened, a hint of displeasure creeping across his face.