"I don't own him, no," Alastor cheerfully agreed. "But I don't like it when people break my toys." He turned his head to look directly at Valentino, grin widening to feral proportions. "If anything, Valentino, you have me to thank for him being able to take the stage at all after your last...session."

His shadow blinked in surprise as Angel stroked its snout. Well, this was a new sensation. Kind of pleasant, too. Though Angel probably wouldn't have been as appreciative. The shadow was ice cold to the touch.

Alastor could feel his magic itching to be unleashed. He always kept himself so tightly compressed. It would feel so good just to stretch...