"You need to eat more for it~" Alastor chuckled, leaning back over the counter and walking his fingers closer. You know you wanna hold that hand. "When I was helpin' miss Marnie with her chickens, late fall we always made sure they had plenty of protein for making new feathers. Maybe a bit of salve to soothe the skin, an extra pair of hands to ease the tension in your shoulders~"

Pampering didn't come naturally to Alastor, but with their intimate moments and his attempts to practice preening, he's gotten much more open to it. (And the other residents have consequently become targets for his mischief more often.)

"It'll be bringing in your winter coat, hoh hoh."