Descent
Winters tried to pull her arm back but Alastor immediately wrapped his arms around her and grumbled unintelligently in protest, “You know what, never mind...”
“Three V's, your baby brother, remember? Why didn't you tell me you have a baby brother?!” Alastor ranted, resting his head on her shoulder, nuzzling blissfully on her neck, “He looks like a gender-bent version of you to be honest, but don't worry sweetie, honey bunch, sugar pie–you're way prettier than Angel!”
Her face was unreadable, “You mean the girl you were dancing with?”
Oh, shit.