"You think anybody gets where they're going without a little help from time to time?" He moves again, coming the rest of the way around the couch, settling down behind the arm that Angelo is resting his head on. Alastor crouches, and leans close, his voice soft between them as if anyone else could possibly hear it. "You would still be in control. You'd always have control. Sure, it's always fun to get your hands dirty now and then, but... imagine what you could do with just a snap of your finger."