The club weekend ended, but Alastor had yet to make any moves. He was still formulating a plan. He wasn't too sure how to approach her to guarantee she'd be his in no time. Actually whereas he was a patient man, and boy, did all his plans have her in his arms within 2 years, 2 years was too long to not have her his. He pined for her in ways he never knew he could. He had never felt this way before.

He needed to find a way to woo her more efficiently. The best way… ask her best friend… Angel Dust. He was loathed to do it, but who knows her better other than maybe Charlie? He would probe both of them for information.

Aside from having no plan, he still flirted with her in the kitchen. Now his flirting sucked; but it was cute in an adorable way. It made Selena feel special again. His dad jokes got upped too many levels, all of them puns centered around how he saw her. She could tell that he was trying so hard to win her favor, but if she hadn't known him for just over eleven months now, she would have found him creepy. She gave him tips here and there. If nothing else, maybe he could improve his game still giggled and continued her work. They seemed to have less friction between them lately. Now a new energy blanketed them.

Now Selena wasn't in love with the Radio Demon, per se; but she found him extremely attractive. She felt like she had a crush again. For the first time in forever. Not that these feelings were new, but more acknowledged than before. She set aside all desire for romantic relationships for Neana, but now she wondered. Could she possibly balance both? If this demon could prove himself to be more than just a demon then maybe, just maybe, she could happily fall in love again. He knew her goals, her stance, and here he was attempting to woo her regardless. With Neana's world saving objective no less.

Despite her giddiness at being wooed again, Selena still doubted him somewhat. Perhaps he was doing this to stop her objective. After all, he told Charlie that redemption was impossible. Perhaps he was trying to ensure he was correct.

She shook the thoughts away. Whereas it's totally within his character, he seemed so genuine about wanting to woo her for her. She still knew she needed to remain on her guard. But she may let her sappy side win and see what Alastor had planned.

She knew that he had a back up plan for everything. She wanted to see what he had in store. She wondered if she could derail part of his plan in a goofy way to see all of his back up plans and tangencies. She then realized what a horrible decision that could be. No, she would just be patient.

Alastor had been trying to think of what normal people did. Now he knew he wasn't by any means normal, but that could set a perfect wooing baseline. The longer he sat on a plan the more anxious he got. The anxiety was something akin to rearing up for a fight, but for whatever reason, a thousand times worse.Come on, Alastor. Women practically throw themselves at you. You can get the most amazing woman in creation, right? No, no he didn't think he could. Maybe she was just teasing him by giving him a chance. But the thought of that made him want her more! She's powerful, beautiful, and beyond intelligent. All things that are a perfect fit for you, Alastor. So why am I so anxious over her? He tried to calm his thoughts, but these days, since she agreed to let him woo her, he couldn't stay calm. Satan! He was pining for a woman! Pining! This is the end of the great and mighty Alastor! Was it? Why was he so okay at the thought of potentially losing his place in Hell? He worked so hard for it, and yet, to be with her, he was willing to let it all go. Being an Overlord, a cannibal, all of it. If only she would agree to be with him…. Forever. Fuck! What's next? Will I be willing to be redeemed for her too? He knew the answer as soon as he thought it and groaned internally. He thought she consciously cast a spell on him. Turned out to be an unconscious one. And completely unintentional. She would giggle at his attempts, but he could tell. It was not going well. There were times when he'd make this pun for her and then want to slap himself for saying it.

Today he had yet to see her. It was just now time to start making breakfast. He put on his coat and shadowed his way to the kitchen. He took it off and placed it on the hanger, he placed his gloves in his coat pocket, tied up his hair, and began to wash his hands. As he began to dry them, he heard Selena walk through the noticed the black hard flesh that covered his hands and ran down to his elbow. Not the first time, but today she thought she'd ask. She walked towards him and began to wash her hands in the sink. "So Al, mind if I ask a question?"

"You already did, my dear. But ask away." He gave her a rakish wink. He chuckled to himself, but he internally chided his sarcasm.

Selena gave a light chuckle and dried her hands. She snapped her hair into a bun. "What happened to your hands? I've been trying to not say anything, but my curiosity is winning."

He looked at them. "Why, darling! I descended with them like this. I admit I never took good care of my hands, but this is just the way they are!" He held them up to show her.

She hummed in acceptance. "I don't think I've ever seen another demon's hands like this." She grabbed them, immediately causing Al to flinch. She noticed and let go. "I'm sorry, Al. I just didn't think."

He waved her concerns away and grabbed her hand. "Touch away, my dear! I'm afraid that's just my instincts screaming." She rubbed her hand up to his elbow and felt the rest of his skin on his arm but noted his discomfort. She let go and sighed.

"Al. If you don't want me touching you I won't. It's okay. Thank you for trying. I really expected two different textures, but aside from the firmness they feel about the same." She moved to do her daily routine in the kitchen. Alastor fought the urge to hold his suspenders for a moment. Damn this woman. She gave him such conversational whiplash. Not that he could say much. No he was just the same.

He refused to mention though that he wanted her to like him. And that he had noticed that she was a toucher if she liked them. But within the last seven months, she had barely touched him. He adored her respect for his wishes, but damn! He wanted to be comfortable enough to touch her. To show that he was capable of giving her the physical affection she needed. He just knew deep down that if they got romantically involved, she would want to hold hands or lean on him or his shoulder. He just wanted to be somewhat okay with her doing that. And he knew to get there, he would have to cross his personal line. And touch her.