"Mmm, you see, that's what I don't think you understand."

He takes a long sip of his own drink, licking his lower lip for the taste of liquor when he lowers the glass. Once again his voice lowers like he's sharing a secret.

"There are plenty of ways I could please you. Simple, easy, fleeting. That's just pleasure, and believe me, I think about it plenty. I could fuck you... within an inch of your life." His tongue darts out again, but he doesn't look away from Angelo's eyes in the darkness. "Or you could fuck me. Show me what the true Salucci heir can do."

Alastor finishes the drink in one swallow and sets the glass down with a heavy sound, before he reaches out in the scant space between them to drag his fingers down the front of Angelo's loose shirt. They find the waistband of his boxers through the fabric and hook in, bunching it, not quite pulling, but his knuckles slide in very low before his hand goes still.

"But you never think so small. Imagine my power at your fingertips, whenever you wanted. Imagine what I could do for you. What we could do to each other -- and no one would ever know about the demon in your bed."