"My dear, I think it'd be best if we held all conversation until we return to the hotel," Alastor said bluntly, looking blatantly at the face on the screen.

Who knew if they were being recorded? And right now neither of them could afford looking weak.

Besides, right now Alastor was regretting that heart he'd eaten not too long ago. Supreme Creator and His loa, he hated cars. He always felt queasy in them.