"If I minded, I wouldn't have offered!" Alastor teasingly chided her as he returned, reaching out to "boop" her nose with the tip of his claw before handing over the apple juice. "I'd be quite happy if you took some!"

He sat down in his own chair, nodding. "Many times over the past century! My brain just doesn't like inactivity, apparently. However, it's not a cross that's too heavy to bear. It just means that when I do sleep, I sleep extra deeply! Besides, it allows me to get a few things done that there usually aren't enough hours in the day to take care of."

Tucked beneath the small table beside his chair was a basket of mending which wasn't quite as full as it'd been yesterday. Mute testimony to what he'd put his idle hands to work on rather than letting the Devil have his way with them.