His grin sharpened as he perched his cheek upon a hand. "Oho... Don't write checks you can't cash, Alastor. You're talking to the ringmaster!"

Let's see, he knew which of his personal collection of bourbon to use with a few sexy dashes of this and that, he'd need some good ice cream, maybe nab the cherries down in Gluttony... some chunky little guys that are a little on the tart side.

"Done. Let the gumbo be the timer. Once it's all nibbled up, you're getting a little show. Though, I wonder now..."

A little flutter of his eyelashes, very innocent.

"...Were I to compare you to something red, might I instead have likened you to a merlot?"