Stolas again gave Alastor a level stare. That brief smirk the sinner sported after his couching feast was picked up by those keen eyes. He was enjoying this, wasn't he? Usually he is more than game for a little sadomasochism but this was not the he liked it. Nor the person who he wanted said play from. He was going to say something on the matter but was instantly distracted watching the deer work. His magic was so much more... primal? Far different from his own cosmic powers. It was fascinating to say the least.

"I've read about voodoo but never seen it practiced. Most humans don't know what they're doing an its just a bunch of hocus-pocus nonsense. I-" Stolas cuts himself off hearing the foot steps of Blitzø's return and his head snapped back to the doorway.

Man, he really want to ask him what was bothering him. Probably there was a long list of what had the imp in such a bad way. But with their current guest he thought it wise not to bring it up.

"Thank you Darling." Stolas flashed him a meek smile.