Oh, every one of them was ruffled by this - most Goetia were more powerful than a Sinner, even one like Alastor, but these damn birds and beasts can't look down on him any longer.

"My, and how quiet it is - you should have reminded me to dress for a funeral, darling," Alastor sneered spitefully and proudly, practically sashaying his hips.

As they passed the frozen band, Alastor leaned in, eyes aglow and absolutely mischievous.

"A live band! Good to see there's some good taste. But not a single trumpet? That's not jazz, my dear, let me help along~" he taunted, and with a snap, summoned a few extra band members brandishing instruments to round out the band. Enjoy your new creepy, poppet-like companions! They absolutely lead into a more thrilling tune, stealing the show.