Alastor earned a small blep for the cheek pinch, but that forked tongue quickly receded as the music began.

There was a small flicker of curiosity at first, but he was quickly huddled in, absolutely hooked. He was a fella who loved a good spot of showmanship. But a song? And with Alastor's pretty singin' chops?

A slice of Heaven he'd never let the angels have, if he could help it. All mine.

He kept that thought to himself, but pardon him as the tip of his tail was wiggling like that of an intrigued cat.