"Aww, isn't this utterly pathetic?" Alastor grins, watching you as he perches himself on the windowsill. His tail swings over the ledge, keeping him balanced as he peers inside, his claws gripping into the wood to keep him there. "You've been stuck in here for what - four days now? And you haven't even tried to escape once! Or is it just because you can't?"
He has to admit, watching you fumble about in your chains has been quite entertaining, but now he's starting to get bored. He wants... more. And he has an idea on how to get it.
Alastor slinks through the window, his whole body seeming to ripple. All of a sudden, his wings shrink back, and his scales disappear until his body is covered by smooth skin, pale and unblemished. His face softens, hair growing from the back of his head until dark waves fall loosely over his shoulders. Suddenly, his majestic black scales seem to look less like a rough hide, and more like the trimmings of a luxurious suit. But regardless, his wings and tail remain, curling and shifting to support his different posture. Even then, though, his golden eyes seem to maintain a faint glow, his gaze looking distinctly inhuman. "How about a deal?" he says, a grin stretching across his face. "I'll let you out of the chains if you promise to play nice with me. What do you say?"
