The feline glanced towards his boss for a moment, but Alastor seemed focused on his mug of mulled wine. "Got some more of that mulled wine shit if that's what you're after." He cleared his throat and adjusted his bowtie. "Or are you interested in something a bit more...aged?"

Alastor rolled his eyes. Honestly, when were the gifts going to be handed out so he didn't have to suffer through this?