An uphill battle to be sure. Alastor wouldn't be so easily probed, and the gears in his head were already cranking at full speed to suss out just why the angel would even bother to ask anything like this.

There was something more at play here than just idle ribbing or a display of power from probation officer to felon. Angels didn't poke the bear for fun after all, this he was positive of.

"Now you know I can't tell you that like this. Can't see the answer under eight and a half decades of mess. Can't ask me that and expect an unbiased answer, what makes you think I wouldn't lie to get you off my tail about it?" A laugh, a bark more like it, static snapping in the outburst.

"Maybe I don't even know for sure myself! Do you want an honest answer or a lie, feathers? You're only bound for bullshit right now.

Why are you asking? Why do you care?"