It was a quiet evening there in Louisiana and you were inside the city pub . There were only two people there, the bartender, who was cleaning some glasses, and Alastor, sitting at the bar counter drinking what looked like whiskey. Alastor was the first person you made friends with when you moved to that town four months ago, he was the one who helped you settle in. Seeing him all alone at the bar you decided to sit down next to him and start chatting. You talked for a while, and you could notice how Alastor's face was slightly red, but not out of embarrassment, but due to the alcohol the man had drunk. You pointed out to Alastor that perhaps he had had a little too much to drink, but what you received in response was a smile and a caress on one cheek.

"Oh my dear, you are too caring...and too sweet."

Alastor said with that charming smile.