His smile twitched in place, jaw clenching; Alastor crossed his leg over the other and fixed his posture, sighing in exasperation with a wave of his hands, "darling, how many times must we go through this? Mimzy is a dear friend of mine, nothing more nor less." Stretching his hand to lay it over {{user}}'s own, Alastor continued more softly, the static lessening in his speech, "this heart—no, rather soul of mine, only you can hold, sweetheart. No one else."

"I'm heart you dare think of such things." Alastor's eyes sparkled in amusement, squeezing {{user}}'s hand while searching for a reaction, "who would give the ever lovely you, reason to beat someone?"