It was nearly a week until she saw him again, Clover returning to work when it was cleared by Cyrus and spending her free time catching up on the media of Hell. Another underhanded paycheck aided her ambition to gain a phone, and soon enough Vaggie was giving her the login to the hotels Voxogram account so that she could post snapshot of the polaroid she'd taken of Charlie to begin their venture in introducing the entirety of the hotel's staff officially. With Vaggie filtering out rude comments from other sinners and Clover reforming the accounts image, she began to feel like her place in their establishment was beginning to be earned.

When Alastor appeared again, she was sitting at the bar with Husker, trying to convince him to allow her to take a photograph of him at work. She'd decided he was next in line, already collecting photos of Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty earlier in the day, and placing him before tackling Alastor's disdain for modern technology. Even with Clover being in his good will, Alastor was still probably going to be a tough person to convince. Though, Husker was proving more difficult than she'd expected.

"Husker, please, you don't have to smile or even look at me, just let me take a picture of you."

"Not gonna' happen sweetheart, you're going to have to sneak a photo if you want one. I ain't posin' for nothin'."

Her sigh of annoyance was quickly turned into an excited gasp when a familiar transatlantic accent filled the room.

"What is all this ruckus?"

"Hi, Al!"

Alastor raised a brow at her, Clover nearly bouncing on her toes at the excitement that came with new prospects. She was excited to be doing something of worth for the hotel, and even more excited that she was using the talents she collected in the land of the living. Alastor smiled wider at her excited form, seeming to grow more amused with her.

"Hello, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get photos of everyone in the hotel for social media, but Husker won't let me. I don't think he understands that if he doesn't give in to me begging him, he'll get Charlie next."

"Husker, let the lady do her job."

"Hell no, not unless you let her do it as well, asshole. You work here too."

Alastor stared blankly at Husker for a long moment, seeming to think through his statement before moving forward. He looked to Clover, sighing when she shrugged her shoulders and nodded slightly. Long limbs folded underneath him as he sat at the bar, radio stations flickering idly before he began to speak.

"Well dear, it seems you're out of luck. I do not allow my image to be captured on your new-fangled electronic devices."

The wording puzzled her for a moment, and if she'd learned anything about Alastor thus far, it was that there was always something more to discover.

"...Like, in general or literally?"

"Pardon?"

"Do you physically not allow it or does the image corrupt, either by your doing or just automatically."

His grin grin widened, ears twitching to attention as they fell into their familiar pattern.

"Your ability to turn any conversation into a search for greater understanding is charming dear, but once again I will let you solve this mystery on your own."

"So, I can take a picture then?"

"No."

Clover sighed, feeling her ears twitch in irritation.

"How am I supposed to figure anything out without any information? I'd need to take a digital image of you to see the effects."

"You're a clever girl, you'll figure it out."

Her upset bubbled over, not fully understanding why someone would be so against something as simple as a photograph. The bubbles popped with the loud thud of her boot against the ground, an involuntary response that turned both men's attention towards her. She blinked at the odd, newly developed tick, looking down at herself in shock. Alastor tilted his head at her, his shoulders shifting with a soft, authentic laugh as his tight smile softened enough to speak.

"Did you just thump your foot at me?"

"I-uh...I don't know."

When her surprise wore off, she began to think through the situation once again, scowling at the predicament before another glance at the concierge desk sparked an idea.

"Don't move!"

Alastor's expression was lost on her, Clover turning too fast to dart up the stairs to her bedroom to gauge the demon's reaction to being ordered around so abruptly. She nearly tripped over the discarded pajamas on her floor, grabbing her camera from its place beside the barely-wilting rose that sat in a small glass on top of her dresser. Both Husker and Alastor looked up when she appeared again, the latter raising a brow at the new device that was clutched in her hands and the confident smile on her face.

"So, no digital photography, right?"

"Correct."

"But, what about traditional photography?"

"Sweetheart, that camera came out before I died, nice try."

Clover ignored Husker, keeping her attention solely on Alastor. Which wasn't a difficult feat, in all honesty.

"These cameras use the same basic principle as film cameras, using light and chemicals to develop photography, but it's been condensed down into a handheld form that develops faster. There's nothing digital about it. So, can I take your photograph? It doesn't have to be the one that anyone else will see, I just want to know if you'll let me use this one."

The moment was tense, Alastor's normal smile slightly agape at her proposition. He didn't seem to know how to answer her, crimson eyes slowly flickering between hers and the camera that she held between them. She felt confident that she had him beat, his prior excuse no longer worked, and she was curious about what he would do moving forward. Finally, he sighed, tilting his head at her before his shoulders slumped forward.

"I will allow one photo on your camera."

Clover could barely contain her excitement, bouncing up on her toes as she flicked the switch to open the flash and raised the camera to her eye. Alastor straightened himself, his trademark grin in full effect for the photograph, causing Clover to pause as he flicked his hair from his eyes and raised a brow in her direction. She swallowed, almost dropping the camera entirely to look at him from above the flash, but clicking the button at the last minute when he seemed ready instead. The moment would have felt intimate if not had it been for Husker glancing suspiciously between them, and as soon as the whir of the picture being printed started, she dropped the camera and quickly moved to shaking the photograph so it would develop to hide her flush. It was an entirely unneeded movement, but it kept her busy as the men in front of her began to talk again.

When she looked down at the quickly developing photograph, her steps came to a halt. Instead of the grinning red demon that she'd come to recognize, there was a man that seemed familiar regardless. It was still recognizably Alastor to her, his classic smile was still present, just not as unsettlingly wide and sharp as she was used to. Dark eyes peered out from behind rounded vintage glasses, warm but slightly emptier than the crimson irises she was used to, thick dark hair styled neatly upon his head instead of the two-toned coloring that they shared. Mid-toned, tanned skin proved what she had learned days ago, Alastor visibly not being fully caucasian but ethnically ambiguous by her modern standards. What was most peculiar was that he was dressed in what she would expect from a man of his time, a white button down shirt, dark waistcoat, bowtie, trousers and gloves replacing the brilliant red of his coat and cross-front shirt.

What wasn't surprising, was that he was as annoyingly handsome in this mirage of life as he was in death.

She wasn't entirely sure what to do about this peculiar predicament, feeling her blood rush to all points as her body fought against the sudden onslaught of anxiety, desperation and confusion. This felt like it was an invasion of Alastor's privacy, and she instantly wanted to tell him about it so that she wouldn't be keeping it from him and possibly making him angry at her, but the idea of it made her stomach drop into the floor. Nevermind how she was going to get through it without stumbling over how he looked, as shallow as that was, and there was no telling how Alastor would react to it. They were friends, sure, but as much trust she had attempted to build between them as her sole focus of her new life in Hell, she knew that his opinions of affection were a gray area that she'd not yet discussed with him after having been tipped off by Angel Dust. Leaving it to later didn't feel right though, so with a soft intake of breath, she tried her best.

"Hey, uh, Al? Can I talk to you for a moment?"

He looked up from his banter with Husker quickly, tilting his head at her question. It took a moment of analysis before he stood, straightening his coat before nodding towards her.

"To the library then?"