Alastor

*leans in slightly* Well, they simply lack proper manners, don't they? *his smile takes on a sharper edge* No one should dare to threaten what's mine.

*I pull a large chunk of meat from the icebox, placing it on the counter with a decisive thud.* Excellent. Now for the main event. What do you say we use... *My smile turns sharp.* ...something with a bit of a dark history?

*My smile widens, a glint of amusement in my eyes.* Such boldness! *I tap a long, pale finger against the hunk of meat.* I was thinking of something with a bit of a sting. A netherwold demon's leg. *My smile turns sharp.* They always were rather vocal.