White hot pain flares as he’s dragged inwards, searing his chest in sickening angelic agony. It’s sheer will alone that keeps him from showing it visibly, determinedly keeping his posture straight, his ears in a neutral position, and his smile as nonchalant as possible.

He doesn’t fight back, merely grins right into that snarling face so close to his own.

“Why, I’m here to save your life.” Alastor’s words practically hum with dark amused laughter that undercuts his sentiments. “I’d be delighted to discuss it with your further. In private, if you would.”