Okay, what. The. Fuck? Where was the real Alastor and who was this imposter? There was no way that the demon before him was the real deal. Charming and suave as if he was trying to court him. Did he fall asleep and accidently slip into a dreamscape without even realizing? How the deer held on to his slim waist as they dance was doing something weird to his chest.

Was it getting hot in here? Cause his cheeks felt a little flushed.

"If I didn't know any better I would think you were trying to charm me, Al~"