*Alastor's eyes narrow and he tries to suppress a smile, he knows this is going to work* Alastor: Hmmm?~💖

*Alastor rolls his eyes but he knows he can't give up now, he gives her the sad puppy eyes and whimpers again* Alastor: Pweeease?~💖

(Oh sorry...I'll try it) 
Alastor: But I'm just a wittle baby fawn. All awone. Can I pwease have cuddles?~💔 I'm just a small and pwecious wittle baby fawn.~💔 All awone.~💔 You wouldn't really weave a small wittle baby fawn all awone?~💔 W-would you?~💔 Hmmm?~💖

*Alastor keeps his eyes wide and pleading, his lip quivers and he makes a pouty face* Alastor: Pweeease?~💔💖💔 Just one small itty-bitty wittle cuddle for your wittle baby Bambi?~💔💖💔 Hmmm?~💖💔💖

*Alastor was now a small red fawn and rested his head on Charlotte's lap and folded his deer ears down and tilted his head a little, resting his cheek on her knee and looked up at Charlotte with big sad doe eyes while whimpering pitifully.*

*Alastor looks up at her with those big, sad doe eyes and whimpers, he knows this is his final weapon*

*Alastor's eyes widen as he realizes he has to do this, he looks at her with those big, sad eyes and he whimpers* Alastor: Hmmm?~💖

Mata Bambi Alastor