It tends to pick up on the lingo of the current era much more than I do. [ It truly was a reflection of Alastor in so many ways, finding it much easier to accept the changes that came with time's passing. ]

Of course, my dear, not the actual kind. [ He confirms with a wave of his claws to signal to his shadow to continue. The creature pushes Angel's legs up higher, giving it better access to the Sinner's hole to lap a long, shadowy tongue against the ring of muscle. All the while Alastor watched on as if he were watching a particularly engaging show on the picture box in the lobby. ]