There was still something magic in Alastor's eyes. Perhaps they didn't spin, like this, but they glittered in a way she was sure hers never could. There was a shifting in them that she found quite mesmerizing, and she didn't stop until his gaze turned to her again, beaming.

It sent a thrill up her spine, the idea that Alastor might apply such a word to her. Was hunger considered a sin these days? Well, if it was, Alastor likely wasn't one to mind.

"The queen did seem unhappy with us." She poured him another drink as requested, noting that the bottle didn't seem any emptier than it had before she'd left this evening. "Though I assumed that winning you from her meant I'd get to keep you given the amount of effort I put into it."

Lotte poured herself another splash of whiskey and swallowed it down before pushing herself to her feet, going back to the kitchen.

"You need to rest before you think about taking us anywhere." She wet a cloth under the faucet and grabbed a glass of water, walking to him. This time, she sat on the edge of the bed. Something about this form emboldened her, made it easier to approach him in ways she might not have before. Her hands reached out and brushed the forelock of his hair back a bit, pressing the cloth to his forehead.

"I'll put sigils up... I don't plan on letting anyone drag you out of here without my say so," she hummed.