Alastor's ears twitched as he flushed bright red at the close contact. "I suppose I have little choice in the matter, do I?"

Oh, this was going to be so awkward. (Also, Angel, you did not want to make the Deal Alastor did to attain such power. The repercussions of possessing such power were even worse than the stated cost.)

He slowly undid his house robe. The bandages were a bit red, true, but the blood wasn't fresh. That was a good sign. They'd still need to be changed, of course, but the fact that it wasn't constantly bleeding meant it was already starting to heal.