"Am I? Or am I just tickling something of your fancy?" Alastor chuckled, pleased and amused at how cute and flustered his partner was. The more he settled into the idea, the 'plan' to ingratiate himself so he wouldn't be discarded, the more confident he felt.

And, yes, true enough - a little fawn to call his own sounded like a bit of fun. Madness, but a fun madness.

"Best hear the sweet words now, because they'll be few and far between when I properly lose my mind. Shall I fill your head with fun fantasies to dream about until then?"