Trying to keep his eyelids from drooping and making him look too bad-tempered about it, Alastor summoned himself a pen and got to work. There were multiple sheets of paper, so he assumed that Charlie would like him to use a separate one for each person.
Not horrible, but wasteful all the same.
Alastor decided to start with the people that he knew he could do without struggle: the hotel's women.
Niffty was first. He scrawled her name in a crooked-looking, print, all-caps font (why was it that everyone he met expected him to write in perfect, cursive handwriting? Was it because he acted fancy?) and drew a squiggly line beneath it, and a few exclamation points following the Y.
Then, he listed off some bullets, rapid-fire:
The Radio Demon repeated that process for everyone, though it got increasingly more difficult for him to do when he reached Pentious and Husk... and became almost impossible to complete when he hit Angel Dust.
While Niffty's had taken seconds, Alastor found himself stumped with Angel's for minutes. Finally, though, he got it-- some of the compliments seeming backhanded, but they were compliments all the same.
And then, last but not least, Alastor started on his list for himself. He couldn't be more eager to get this over with. This should be the easiest one!
No, that was just a synonym for 'clever.' He scribbled it out. Think again.
'Strong' was another word for 'powerful', wasn't it? He gripped his pen and furiously crosshatched over it.
'Good cook' and 'excellent self-control' qualified as talents, and he'd already put 'talented.' Grinning so wide that it hurt, Alastor crossed those out, too.
"Stop ₩₳₮₵Ⱨł₦₲ me!" he snapped at Charlie, covering the paper with both of his arms. "I can't think under your surveillance!"