Lotte watched him, eyes following his every move as he waved away her concern and the alcohol, pretending perhaps to be less affected than he clearly was. It was as much to savor seeing Alastor nearer to drunk than she'd ever seen him as it was to make sure he didn't go for another glass of whiskey.

"This and that. Nothing you'd find interesting." She hummed, echoing his earlier sentiment.

Somehow, Lotte felt like she was suddenly back at the crossroads, wrangling Alastor again as he attempted to wriggle and writhe out of her grasp.

He may have been more than a man, taking the shape of something more or less humanoid, but he wasn't impervious to harm nor consequence. The sting of the burns and the deep ache from the struggle of keeping hold of Alastor permeated every inch of her body, and she hadn't been forced into several other forms against her will.

"And nothing you can't see for yourself when I unpack it."

Lotte rested a hand on the table near his, other other still perched on her hips, and closed the space between them as she leaned in closer. Somehow, that odd crackle of energy was still there when they got close, pricking and tickling at the hair on the base of her neck.

"Bed. Your curiosity can wait a few hours."