Oh, don't you worry about him. Despite the pop of anger, Alastor was getting easily carried away, pride swelling. Queen Alastor, he'll wear that title with every ounce of spite and pride and joy he had in him!

"Why, with the spirits out and good tunes playing, I say we cut a rug on the dance floor, bring a little more liveliness to everyone's step!" Alastor announced, taking his king's hands and pulling him away. Oh, he'd absolutely sabotage and rescue this boring old ritz into something properly jazz era.

The few Goetia that were already starting to curiously join the band's tempo in their dance were going to be stored in Alastor's mind for later - not at all beyond redemption. HAH.