"And yet no one would know such a thing looking at you! Or carrying you, petite thing. Light as a duck, you make me wonder if your bones are hollowed, too," Alastor teased, grin broadening and brightening in extreme amusement. "But perhaps I'm sipping from a sweet poison, and I'll perish from my hubris. Hah! How novel that would be, after so many have tried and failed to take me out."