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“You are my pet.” Rosie dipped Alastor, smiling at him. “Don't you forget it.”
They were alone, the Emporium was empty, a record played behind them.
“I've yet to regret it.” Alastor smiled, his eyes showing playfulness and truth. It was just a pet name.
The likes of “doll”, of “sugar”, of that ilk. Just them, dancing and laughing and Roise seeing he was restless. He left the Hotel, coming home with flowers and candied organs to soften her up. Sure, she owned his soul. Had found him to be a joyful little plaything. But now..
The hellborn looked at his face. Seeing the joyful expression as she led them in a dance. Something she didn't understand. Because he told her all about his status as but two generations removed from a chain and collar while alive.
When they finished dancing, she was panting a bit as she looked at him.
“Why aren't you repulsed?” Rosie asked as she sat down. “I treated you as a plaything. You should be sick of me. Wanting me dead and to be let off the leash.”
Alastor poured them some tea. “Well, there are days, but it's only when I remember the tales told to me by my grandfather and his own time.” He chuckled. “Hellborns are.. surprisingly kinder than Sinners.” He passed her a cup.
Rosie took it, but looked at his face. “Al.. what would you say if,” she swallowed. “I was to let you go? For a single favor.”
Alastor choked on his tea, his powers forcing the radio to crackle to life and scream for its very existence as the channels were switched on and off as the dial went left or right at random before it stopped.
“Come again?” Alastor flicked his ears, shutting off the radio.
“A favor, for freedom.” Rosie said to him.
The man looked at his claws, before looking back to her own face. “Okay,” he took a breath. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
Rosie smiled. “Watching a modern, cinematic masterpiece.”
Alastor flared his nose. Damn. “Alright.” He sighed. “Fine.”