Just a snort from Alastor as the angel was forced to fuss with his wings for a moment. A short noise, little better than a burst of static, but obvious enough. Apparently he found the awkward action entertaining enough.

He nearly, just nearly attempted to vindictively spear the files with one needle sharp claw, but thought better of it, drawing back to his seat to watch Raphael thumb through the pages, expression hooded.

Oh! He remembered that one. The sudden, pleasant laugh seemed to indicate a charmed feeling of nostalgia from Alastor. You know, like Raphael had tugged out a snapshot of a lake party.

Rather than someone apparently getting their tongue spooled out of their mouth like salt water taffy.

"Hey, look at that! Ha haaa, almost forgot that one! Ah, what year was that, they do start to blend together after a while. Tug out one guy's tongue, you've tugged 'em all out." Implying this has happened more than once.

"Before I answer that, what's what I what have to do with you bein' here? Because I'm pretty sure whatever I want isn't usually of any concern to the boys in white upstairs.

What do you want?"