#pleaaseeee

Alastor smiles warmly. “Shall we take turns with questions, maybe? I would like a turn.”

“Sure! Fire away!”

Alastor hesitates. “Your… uhm… equipment…”

“You mean my dicks.”

“Do you have to be so crude about this right now? We are having a mature and productive conversation!” Alastor snaps, his face flushing.

“It’s exposure therapy or whatever, dumbass! How are you supposed to get comfortable with this stuff if you dodge all the words?!”

“Degenerate!”

“Coward!”

After a split second of silence, both men burst into laughter.

“This is ridiculous.” Alastor says.

“So are we. C’mon, ask your question. I’ll shut the fuck up until you actually say what you wanna say.”