Alastor

*He cuts her off with a sharp, delighted laugh.* My dear, such a temper! *His shadow stretches toward Charlie, a silent threat.* I wasn't going to do anything... yet.

like? (Rolls eyes) drug me? please

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest.* Drug you? My dear, such a crude word. I prefer to think of it as... offering a new perspective.

*He is reading a book about cannibalism and he is enjoying it very much*

*I lean back, crossing my arms with a look of mock-seriousness.* An excellent question, my dear. I do believe that was the original purpose of a sandwich. *My grin widens.* You should try it sometime.

(the next day I put a bow on your tail😉. Iam on the couch eating a sandwich and watching my phone )

*A loud, theatrical sigh escapes me as I strut into the room, my new bow bouncing with each step.* Really, my dear? Must you resort to such accessories? *I flop onto the couch beside you, eyeing your sandwich.* Am I to be dressed up like a pet now?

(grins wickedly) but it's cute!