The change in dress and scenery made Alastor curious. It took him a moment, but he managed to change himself into his old human form before he officially entered the venue, sitting down at a table near the stage. The old fashioned he ordered didn't taste quite right, but it would do. If anything, Alastor respected performers, and interrupting the man on stage was unnecessarily rude.

Demyx might feel like he'd seen the smiling tan-skinned man with brown hair and pince nez glasses somewhere before but not be able to quite place him. Particularly since Alastor had also lost an entire foot of height.

The music wasn't to Alastor's taste, of course, but this was completely different from his original impression of the men in the black coats he'd seen in Namine's nightmare all those months ago.