"Oh I get it, a healthy amount of distrust!" Well... hey, he was kind of right. He had no way of knowing if Alastor would just attempt to take full advantage of his time on earth, deal or no deal.

He snagged the picture, head tilting as he scrutinized the drawing.

"What, can't find anyone awake? What ever happened to necrophilia, almost no one complained about necrophilia!" Well... back in the thirties, anyway. "Consider him past tense." Never much cared for sex offenders anyway.

"What, that shitbox?" There was a laugh, laden with static, the vaguest crackle of that crackling snow eating at the very corners of reality for half a second.

"Not a chance. Entirely personal." What, like he'd have said anything else? Even if he was genuinely concerned about the screen-faced demon, he wouldn't ever say it.