There was a bit to take in here, at this point Alastor was getting used to running into shit he's never seen before. It was far from annoying now though, eighty five years of sameiness got tiring, after all.

He's going to be cooking up some questions.

"Got good hearing, does he?" Well, there was something Alastor was personally familiar with.

"I might! Why do you ask? You got a job that needs doin', son?"