Ah, forty-three. Alastor remembered that time. About ten years in Hell, long before the plague that was Vox and his absolutely rude attempt at highjacking his signal...!

He took a breath to quell the rage at the other overlord before responding.

"Oh dear. Where to start?" Alastor asked, tapping a finger to his chin. "It wouldn't do to ask a question that would only insult a well-traveled man like yourself."

He was a radio host through and through even when "off the clock", so to speak. If one was going to conduct an interview, it was best to be prepared with at least something intelligent to ask rather than waste everyone's time.