"Among other things." He comes back across the room, and the candle flares again, like it's reaching for the ceiling before settling back into its bright glow. Alastor would have preferred a fireplace, personally. He comes up behind the couch, toward the end where Angelo is resting his head, and leans over it, arms folded, gazing down at him steadily in the near darkness, with just the candle making his eyes gleam, too bright.

"You know I could take the weight off your shoulders, for a little while. Or forever. If you wanted."