"It's not like I can stop you from doing what you want... but I'd appreciate it if you don't get yourself eaten in front of me. I have more than enough fodder for my nightmares, I don't need anyone adding to it."

Great, he's stuck in one of his less tolerable nightmares together with a madman lacking even the slightest bit of selfpreservation. It's probably a good thing it is not the actual Ungoliant here, just the memory of her from one who only ever felt the edges of her prescence.

The lure does produce some rather unsettling chittering from the thing in the darkness, the light exites her. And the clack of arachnid legs skittering across the cold stone floor comes closer and closer until one can almost make out a bloated and misshapen thing in the glow of Alastor's microphone.