Alastor, of course, didn't even act like he heard it, flicking off what looked suspiciously like gray matter from the top of his cane before tossing the used bone splinter off to the side. No he doesn't care about any crime scene investigators, he's already dead. What are they going to do? Dig down to Hell and double execute him?

If they were going into town though, no doubt to be seen by others... it might be a good idea to look a little less like a horrifying deer-man abomination. He's giving his options a good think, as Raphael asked his question.

"Of course they do! It's Hell, so they aren't any good, but they have them! Why do you ask?" There's... a vague threat in that tone, way, way in the back of it.

This road trip better not be ending immediately back in the Pentagram, he followed those rules and he expects proper payment for them.