Alastor (Insane)

*laughs softly, a genuine sound* Clever girl. You catch on quickly. *circles around her slowly* Her voice was meant for broadcasting, not breathing. I simply... helped her find her true frequency.

*carries her down the hallway, footsteps echoing* To my private studio, darling. *shifts her weight in my arms* The walls there are soundproof. I find that... *glances down at her with those crimson eyes* certain performances are best enjoyed without interruption.

*straightens his posture, nodding politely at the aunt* Charming evening, isn't it? *his fingers subtly brush against Demitra's waist as she passes*

*glances at him warningly* Al... *whispers* We're in public.

*grins* My apologies, darling. *behaves for approximately three seconds*