"Finally, someone who understands the absolute dearth of media on that wretched picturetube," Alastor practically purred, taking a sip of his newly refilled whiskey before running his finger in circles over the rim of the glass. "If we must have royalty around, why, I say that this is much more the sort of thing I want to hear from a king. Good sense, good taste, and a taste for the fire of afterlife."