UGH! I think I know why this story ended up being so hard. Because I'm in a relationship myself now and boy, conversations like this, while necessary, are SO emotionally draining.

Well, I just hope it made enough sense for the characters in question. At least I'M not dating a cannibalistic, murderous, demon.


With a deep breath, Tina replied, "It's about Husk."

"Husk?" Alastor scratched his head, then an audible ding went off. "Oh! Because of what he called you? Oh, sweet, sweet Tina!" He ruffled her hair. "Don't let what he said get to you! As you saw, I reprimanded him for his rudeness!"

She swatted his hand, her bottled up fury over yesterday's incidents coming to a boil. "I don't care what he called me, Al! I'm mad because of the," she put up air quotes, "'reprimanding' ya did!"

Alastor blinked. "Why should that upset you?"

"You're kidding, right?" Tina poked him in the chest. "Al, I walked in on ya chainin' Husk up and threatenin' to grind him into jambalaya! What part of that wouldn't upset me?"

"He insulted you, dearest."

"That doesn't give ya the right to treat him like shit! And he says ya do that all the time?"

Alastor bristled at the revelation Husk had been talking to her about him behind his back. He would deal with the cat later.

"On the contrary, I do have the right." He held up a finger. "I own Husk's soul. Therefore, if he defies me in any way, shape or form, I have the right to discipline him however I see fit."

He said this all so casually, as if he truly didn't see anything wrong with his behavior.

"Do ya treat Niffty like that too?" Tina clutched her hands into fists. "Just what else have ya been doing to 'em behind my back?"

He rolled his eyes. "Sweetheart, if I show lenience to the souls I own for every offence, they're not going to take my threats seriously. I need to remind them who is in charge."

She hung her head. "It ain't right."

"What would you have me do? Hmm?" He leaned into her face. "Give them a mere slap on the wrist? Place them in a timeout? This is Hell, Tina. Owning a soul is not the same as regular employment."

"I'd prefer if ya didn't own 'em at all," she muttered.

Alastor straightened up. "You do realize that if I hadn't bought their souls, they most likely would've sold them to someone else?"

"You don't know that."

"Oh, I do."

Without warning, he placed his hand on the small of her back, ushered her towards the nearest bench, then sat her down.

"Husker," he began, crossing his arms like a parent scolding a child, "was a desperate gambler down on his luck when I got to him. Niffty was a filthy little street urchin scavenging and stabbing to survive. Imagine if someone like one of the Vees snatched them up."

Tina clenched her skirt, remembering her previous encounters with Valentino and Vox.

"Valentino sexually assaults the souls he owns, while Vox and Velvette allow him to toy with theirs." The filter in Alastor disappeared a moment as his claws dug into his arms. "I'm doing them a favor with the protection I provide."

"Right." Tina grunted. "Favor."

That's the way other men had spun it for her. That what they were doing was a favor benefitting her, when the scales were tipped more towards themselves.

Alastor, apparently, did not see it that way. "Why does this suddenly bother you so much, darling? You know I'm an Overlord. You know what I do to souls who cross me."

Upon seeing her hang her head, he softened his tone, lowering his radio filter as best he could. "I'm not angry with you, Tina. I'm simply trying to understand why you're angry."

She wanted to scream at him for not seeing the obvious, then remembered she was talking to a literal psychopath. But…was that really true if he was genuinely trying to understand her emotions?

"It's just…" She took a deep breath. "I know the feeling. When somebody owns ya."

Recalling the details of her past she had entrusted him with, Alastor dropped his arms. "Of course, you do."

He turned and seated himself beside her. He watched her, waited for her to run away. When she didn't, he crossed his legs and folded his hands over them.

"Tell me, Tina." He spoke low and calmly. "When you came across that pig agent of yours last February, what would you have done if I hadn't taken care of him for you?"

Tina shivered at the memory of hearing the screams of Wilbur Adelman, who'd come back as a pig demon, on the radio, then coming home to a bowl of pork stew on the dining table. The shiver was more from shameful relief rather than terror at what her husband had done.

"I…don't know."

She hadn't had the time to think about it.

"What if he had offered you his services?"

Her head shot up. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Suppose that swine walked right up to you and asked for, say," Alastor said, rolling his wrist, "all the riches in Hell in exchange for his eternal servitude."

She blinked. "Why would he come to me for all the riches in Hell?"

"Hypothetical question, dear, just go with it." He propped an elbow on the armrest. "If he offered you his soul, granting you the power to do whatever you pleased with him, would you take it?"

Tina opened her mouth, but hesitated. Her morals told her no. But her vehemence for Wilbur made the idea so tempting.

"Aha, you see?" Alastor pointed at her agape mouth. "You can't help but think about it."

She shook her head. "We're black, Al. Our ancestors were enslaved for centuries. How can ya be okay with treatin' others like this?"

"Tina," he said, leaning towards her, "it is because I'm black that I have to own souls."

She drew back. "I ain't following."

His eyes narrowed as his filter dampened almost completely. "Like you, I know the feeling of oppression." Static crackled as he recounted all the slurs he'd been called, all the beatings he'd taken, all the people who'd tried to keep him in his place. "The best way I can avoid that feeling again is to become the oppressor. In Hell, there is no in between."

While Tina could see some logic in that argument, it didn't excuse what she'd witnessed yesterday. "Hell or no, Husk doesn't deserve what you're doing to him."

"Did Husker tell you he used to be an Overlord who once owned quite a few souls himself?" He was met with stunned silence. "I see. He neglected to mention that part."

Smugly, he draped his arms over the back of the bench. "If you'll recall, my dear, I earned my title as the Radio Demon by taking on Hell's most powerful Overlords, who I believed had been in charge for far too long, and having them guest-star on my broadcast."

"Yeah." She rolled her eyes at how many times he'd bragged about this. "So?"

"Aren't you wondering why I didn't do the same to Husker?"

Now she certainly was. "You didn't think he was worth the effort?"

He chuckled. "Well, it's true he didn't have much power left that taking him out wouldn't require much effort. The other reason I keep him around is that I find him amusing. I don't just go around collecting any old soul. Only those I think will provide me with enough entertainment and usefulness that I won't be inclined to kill them."

This explanation made sense, but it also begged another question. "So, why not mine?"

There was a radio squeak. "What?"

"Why'd ya never ask for my soul?"

His wide eyes focused on her, as if she'd just dug up a dirty secret of his. "Not every demon deal involves someone selling their soul."

She narrowed her eyes. "That still doesn't answer my question."

Tina knew from his behavior. Now, and that day several months ago when the Radio Demon had first walked into Mimzy's club while Tina was performing. He'd tried to talk her up, offer incentive to spend time with him, much like a businessman ready to make a deal. But not once that night, nor any night following that first meeting, had he even suggested that she sell him her soul.

And why not? He found her entertaining. He'd known she wasn't in an ideal situation. If that had been the case with Husker, why had the subject of her soul never come up?

It took a long time for Alastor to answer. "Frankly, my dear, I didn't think you'd go for a deal like that."

Tina blinked in surprise.

"Oh, I considered it when we first met," he said with a toothy grin, "but you were such a stubborn thing. You wouldn't even accept my invitation to dinner, let alone sell me your soul."

She raised an eyebrow. "So, your next step was to propose?"

"Naturally!" He took her left hand. "I knew a headstrong gal like you would prefer a deal where you had more autonomy!" His thumb brushed over her engagement ring. "Besides, you fit the role for my wife perfectly!"

Slowly, Tina realized that despite her being the Radio Demon's wife, he had very little authority over her. All he'd really demanded was that she marry him. He hadn't even insisted on them living together, but had waited for her to ask. While he'd made smaller requests here and there, he'd never forced her to fulfill them.

She encircled her neck with her thumb and forefinger. Unlike Husk, I ain't got no ball and chain.

"But…if ya had my soul," Tina murmured, sliding her hand out of Alastor's hold, "ya could do whatever ya wanted with me."

He stared at her retracted hand, but made no move to retrieve it. "That is true. You were quite the challenge, my dear. Watching your show every night, I couldn't concoct the best way to approach you. You shut me down if I so much as sent a smile your way. My opportunity didn't come until I found you in distress."

"That's right." She scoffed. "Ya waited till I was desperate and down on my luck."

He titled his head. "If you think my intention was always to marry you, I assure you it didn't occur to me until minutes before I proposed."

"But why not ask for my soul on top of that?"

"Would you have said yes?"

Tina scowled. "No, but that couldn't be the only reason ya didn't ask."

"Full disclosure?" He chuckled. "As easy as it would be to have you submit to my will, I do not want that from you. I like it better when you go along with me willingly. It makes me think you actually like spending time with me."

Truthfully, it bothered Alastor that he couldn't control Tina. Through more than half their interactions, she wouldn't respond in the way he expected or wanted her to. From day one. He'd bought her a drink, she'd roasted him all evening. He'd invited her to dinner, she'd rejected him. He'd saved her from rapists, she'd chewed him out for stalking her. Even persuading her to marry him had been difficult. It was frustrating, living with such a stubborn woman. But also delightfully stimulating.

No, to have her obeying his every command without struggle wouldn't be as fun.

Of course, her questioning of the matter caused the corners of his mouth to drop an inch in uncertainty. "Do you like spending time with me?"

It was a complicated question. If not for this deal, Tina might not have tolerated his company this long. So, she avoided answering for just a minute longer.

"Why did what Husk say bother you so much, anyway?"

Alastor narrowed his eyes, knowing she was dodging the question, but allowed it for the time being. "Why, he called you a bitch I paraded around town on a leash."

"So?" Her fingers fiddled with her choker. "Not like it ain't true."

His gaze lingered on the choker, a sick knot twisting in his stomach. "Is…is that why you didn't like my gift?"

"It's not that I don't…" Tina groaned. "Well, how am I supposed to feel about it? Ya only do stuff like this for me for show."

He snorted. "I still want you to like my gifts." His ear-like tufts flattened. "And…me?"

Another complicated question. Do I like Alastor? Tina certainly didn't love him, but she had shared her life with him for six months. As estranged as their relationship was, she'd gotten used to his quirks and peculiarities. She'd even found comfort in him, sometimes, despite knowing what kind of person he was.

Maybe this wasn't about Husk. Of course, Tina still didn't approve of what Alastor had done. Rather, she was more worried about how her husband's treatment of her might change.

"I…I do like you." Tina poked at her engagement ring. "But Al, I…I'm also a little scared of ya. Can ya blame me?"

"No." Alastor's grin softened. "You are smart to be wary of me. It's one of the many things I love about you." Her eyes widened and he quickly added, "Platonically, that is!"

"So, if I make ya mad someday, are ya…?" She bit her lip. "Are ya gonna…treat me the same as Husk?"

"Oh, darling." He patted her head. "I could never harm a hair on that pretty little head of yours. We have a deal preventing it!"

"That deal," Tina said, brushing his hand away, "doesn't stop ya from findin' other ways to punish me."

Even if he couldn't hurt her unprovoked, he could still lock her up, or deny her food, or torment her with his shadows. The amusement in Alastor's gaze died at the knowledge of this.

"I'm not going to lie and say your fears are unjustified." The filter cut from his voice. "My temper can be quite nasty, and I can't promise you won't fall victim to it from time to time." She already had. "But I do try, Tina, to be a decent husband for you. I know this date is mostly for show, but… I also want you to enjoy your time with me." He rested a hand over hers. "Of course, if tonight wasn't satisfactory, perhaps you can make suggestions for future dates?"

Going over the events of the evening, Tina realized that's all he'd been waiting for. To hear her speak her mind. He'd taken her to a restaurant that featured her favorite foods, a garden that grew her favorite types of flowers, and had engaged in this difficult conversation all for her sake. Despite the lack of romance in their marriage, he was really trying to make her happy.

Maybe I am nothing more than a pet to him. But at least I'm taken care of.

And unlike with the previous men in her life, she wasn't expected to give herself body and soul.

"I've been so paranoid." Tina rubbed her forehead. "Ya go and set up a nice little date and all I can do is moan and groan." She scoffed. "I keep forgettin' this is all an act and ya don't want anything from me."

Alastor's internal radio crackled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually, darling, I'll admit I did have an ulterior motive to this little date."

Tina deadpanned.

"Nothing dastardly, I promise!" He raised his palms. "My request is, believe it or not, quite innocent."

"Okay." Now she was wary for different reasons. "What do ya want so bad ya felt the need to butter me up?"

He glanced at a pair of demons walking down the path and immediately turning around upon seeing the Radio Demon. "I'd rather we go somewhere more…private for this."

He held out a hand. Curious about where this was going, Tina accepted it. She closed her eyes as he drew them both into the shadows. When she opened her eyes, they were at the gazebo in the bayou. With nightfall, Hell's fireflies illuminated the place.

Smirking, Tina stepped away from her husband and leaned against the rail. "If I didn't know better, I'd think ya were proposin' again."

She turned to find him blushing and frowned. He ain't, right?

"It's a," he said, running a hand through his hair, "proposal of sorts."

His ear tufts were flat, and the blush was spreading across his forehead. Tina had never seen the Radio Demon so flustered.

The last few times he had taken her here, they'd shared revealing heart-to-hearts, including the hour before their wedding. Perhaps he felt this was the only place he could be truly serious with her.

"Tina, I want to…" He tapped his fingers together. "Can I…? May I…?"

She waited, biting back any questions to allow him to finish.

"You can say no, of course," he insisted. "This isn't an obligation of our contract."

Tina crossed her arms. "Just spill it."

Closing his eyes, Alastor took a deep breath. "May I sleep with you tonight?"

Her jaw dropped. "You… Is this a joke?"

"No, dear." His eyes opened, focusing on her. "I'm quite sincere. It's been on my mind for some time now. Ever since the storm… I think we could both benefit from it."

Storm? Benefit? What?

If she had a sound effect system like her husband, she'd sound like a broken computer right now. "But…we said…you said…that we'd never…" She sidestepped, ready to break into a run if this conversation went south. "We agreed we weren't gonna consummate!"

"Oh. Oh!" Alastor's eyes went wide as he held up his hands. "No, no, no! You misunderstand! I didn't mean…" He released a nervous laugh. "Heavens, no! I mean sleep in your bed."

She sighed in relief. "Wording, Al, is very important. But…" A new confusion arose within her. "What do ya mean sleep in my bed?"

"Exactly what it sounds like." He pulled at his collar, revealing more redness along his neck. "I simply wish to lie next to you in bed. Not in a sexual or romantic way, but like we did the night of the storm."

She blinked. "Why?"

"I've noticed the nightmares plaguing you recently." His tone lowered. "You seemed…calmer when you weren't alone. I know it was my idea for us to sleep in separate rooms, but…"

Her heart swelled as she felt unexpectedly touched. "You…wanna be there when I wake up from my nightmares?"

And every morning for the rest of our afterlives. Alastor didn't dare voice this thought aloud.

"There's another reason that's a bit more selfish." His gaze drifted downwards. "I…I liked lying beside you. It was…unexpectedly pleasant. After all, the last person I shared a bed with was my mother."

That's it? "You're not gonna do anything weird while I sleep?"

"I'll stay on my side of the bed, if that'll make you more comfortable." He pressed a hand to his chest as if making a vow. "And it doesn't have to be every night. Only when you feel you need the company." The next sentence was barely audible through the soft static. "Of course, I understand if you don't want me there at all."

That's what this whole date was for? To ask to sleep with me? Literally? No sex?

She couldn't help it. He was so cute. She burst out laughing. Alastor narrowed his eyes.

"Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry, I just…" She wiped a tear. "No one's ever… You only want to… It's…kinda sweet."

He titled his head. "Sweet?"

That wasn't a word he was used to hearing in reference to himself. Mimzy and Rosie had called him "sweetie" several times, but in the casual way he called everyone "dear" or "good man." But to call something he did or said "sweet" was another matter entirely, and certainly not something he expected from Tina. In private, that is.

"I did feel," Tina admitted, clutching her skirt, "safe, havin' ya next to me. Like ya scared the nightmares away." It was her turn to blush. "But…don't ya think us sharin' a bed more…frequently implies that we are…more than just…?"

The thought had crossed Alastor's mind. "I don't think so. If family members can share a bed, I don't see any reason why we can't."

Her brow furrowed. "Family?"

He shrugged. "We live together, we care for each other, at the very least enough that neither of us are maimed yet. I believe that classifies us as family, don't you agree?"

Family. Tina had not known a family since she'd left her mother for a career in New York. She'd almost had another, but she'd ruined it without considering the consequences. Well, it's certainly a step up from pet.

What was the harm in allowing this man to sleep in her bed? He hadn't taken advantage of her that first night. She trusted him that much, at least. And it would be nice to have someone to confide in next time she had a nightmare.

Besides, the man was a psycho. Just because she was sharing a bed with him, didn't mean any complicated feelings were going to come out of it. She really should've known by now the chances of either of them falling for each other were nil.

"Okay."

Alastor's ear tufts perked up. "Oh, Tina, I—"

She raised her finger. "On one condition."

Easing his excitement, he placed his hands behind his back. "Name it."

Putting her palms together, Tina chose her words carefully. "I may not get how this whole Overlord and sellin' souls thing works down here, but I don't want ya hurtin' Husk. Or Niffty, for that matter. I like 'em too much."

His smile shrank at the command. "Darling, if they ever cross me—"

"Ah-ah." Her finger was back up. "If they do something that breaks your contract, I get it. But don't go hurtin' 'em for something as stupid as insultin' me."

He opened his mouth to protest, but she didn't let him.

"And that's another thing. I didn't marry ya to beat up guys who badmouth me. Only those who try to kill or rape me or both. I'm a big girl. I can handle a few insults. But if I hear ya did something to Husk or Niffty that they didn't deserve, I ain't lettin' ya anywhere near my bed. Understand?"

If this were any other demon giving him orders, the Radio Demon would be threatening to tear their soul apart. And it truly did irk him that Tina had the audacity to tell him what he could or couldn't do with his subordinates. However, he also felt a swell of pride for her asserting herself. Now this is the Tina I've been waiting to see all night.

Rosie's words rang in his head. Doesn't matter if you own her or not. It matters in the way you treat her.

His friend was right. If Alastor was going to make this marriage work, and secure his wife's permanent residence at his estate, he had to think less like an Overlord and more like a gentleman. It was so hard to keep those two sides of him separate, because they were both a part of him.

And as much as he wanted to blindly agree, that was something he had to make clear. "I understand what you're saying, darling, but you must also understand that you married an Overlord." He summoned his microphone for emphasis. "That fact is never going to change. And being an Overlord comes with certain responsibilities and expectations. I am not going to change who I am simply for your sake."

The glare she sent him reminded him of his mother's glares. "However, I suppose, I can be a touch more," he cringed, "lenient on Husk and Niffty. At least concerning minor infractions." He ran a finger over his mic. "They are loyal and useful underlings, anyway, and I would hate to have to replace them."

Tina sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. It wasn't a one hundred percent guarantee of Husk and Niffty's safety, but it was good enough.

"Okay. You can sleep in my bed, if you wanna. But if ya start makin' me uncomfortable, I can kick ya out." She extended her hand. "We got a deal, Sugar?"

To both their surprises, her hand glowed purple. Remembering Alastor's mention that her handshake would become more powerful the more deals she made, she reverted her focus to Alastor, not realizing her eyes were darkening.

The Radio Demon beamed at the sight. His little wife was certainly learning fast in the art of dealmaking. She could be an even more valuable asset than simply a wife. Perhaps I should invite her to the next Overlord meeting.

His own hand glowed green as he clasped it with hers. "Deal."

Purple light burst from both their hands, blowing back their hair. The deal granted Tina some relief. It was the only way she could ensure Alastor wouldn't go back on his word.

To be married to an Overlord, she needed to think like one.

"Now, then!" Alastor straightened up and spun his staff. "I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for a couple fingers of rye! Care to join me, dear?"

This time, when he offered his arm, she did not hesitate.

"By the way," he asked when they were halfway back to the manor, "when is your birthday?"

Tina scrunched her nose. "October 25th. Why?"

He shrugged. "Just thought it was something I should know as your husband."

She supposed it was an innocent enough question. "So, when's yours?"

"Oh." He paused, then laughed. "I've quite forgotten!"

Tina rolled her eyes. Try as she might, she didn't think she was ever going to fully understand this man.


Husk was awoken from his drunken sleep by a chain yanking him off the couch. He landed on his back, his eyes wide as they met two glowing radio dials.

Normally, the cat would be cowering, but he was so peeved for being woken in the middle of the night that he shouted, "You've gotta be kidding me! What the fuck did I do this time?"

Alastor twirled the chain around his wrist. "You've been discussing our private affairs with my wife."

Husk blinked. "Huh?"

"You told her of my," the Radio Demon growled, stretching the chain in his palms, "punishment methods."

It took Husk a minute to understand what he was talking about.

"So what?" Grunting, the cat supported himself with his forearms. "You never ordered me not to talk to her."

"Nevertheless," static warped as the Radio Demon's antlers sprouted towards the ceiling, "I ought to rip your tongue out and shove it down your throat for slandering me."

Husk gulped as his master pulled on his chain, bringing them nose to nose. He worried the Radio Demon would carry out his threat right then and there. I really gotta watch my mouth around him.

Then, the dials morphed back into Alastor's red eyes as he took a deep breath. "But, luckily for you, my wife would be oh, so very upset if you were to come to harm."

His tone was softer, but his hold on the chain remained taut. "But don't get any ideas. She is still my wife."

Alastor pushed Husk back onto the couch so that he may tower over him. "And if you cross any line beyond a casual friendship, I will find…less permanent ways to punish you."

Husk's ears fell back. "Understood, boss."

"Lovely."

The chain disappeared and the apartment filled with light. Husk rubbed his sore neck.

"For the record, I didn't slander you. I said nothing more than the truth."

Alastor titled his head. "Which is…?"

Husk reined in his fury in favor of self-preservation. "That I was the one out of line, and that Tina should be careful not to make you mad."

So, that is why she was so cautious around me. "While it wasn't terrible advice you gave her, it was unnecessary. Tina has no reason to fear me."

Husk raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't she?"

The Radio Demon narrowed his eyes. "I do not pretend to be a good man, Husker, but give me some credit as a gentleman."

"Wait." The cat used the couch for support as he stood. "You actually…care what happens to her?"

Alastor rolled his eyes at the question. "Enough to ensure that no harm befalls her, by my hand or anyone else's."

Husk snorted. "As long as it stays that way, I won't say anything to her against you."

The lights flickered. "Are you threatening me?"

Taking a step back, Husk raised his paws. "I don't want her getting hurt either." He pointed a claw at his boss. "By anyone."

"Well." Alastor placed his hands behind his back. "Seems for once, Husker, we're in agreement." Brightening his demeanor, he straightened out his bowtie. "Now if you'll excuse me, it is nearly my darling's bedtime and I'd hate to keep her waiting. Ta-ta!"

The Radio Demon vanished into shadow before Husk could process his declaration. "Wait, what?"


Tina sat up in bed, eyes black and claws out, the effects of another nightmare.

"Darling?"

She turned to the voice, alarmed to find someone lying next to her. There was her husband, decked in a set of red silk pajamas, propped on an elbow and staring at her in concern.

That's right. I agreed to let him sleep in my bed.

"I'm fine." She took a deep breath to minimize her transformation. "Just another bad dream."

He rose to her level. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Not wanting to relive the trauma, she shook her head.

Alastor reached for her, but hesitated to touch. "Would you like me to…hold you?"

One would think the embrace of a serial killer would be revolting. And yet, an embrace from him had always managed to calm her down.

She nodded and lay on her side, facing the window. As she heard him settle down behind her, she waited for him to do as he suggested.

A minute of silence past before he finally said, "Your wings are in the way."

Tina blushed. "Oh."

With great care not to crush her wings, she rolled to face him. His smile was tender as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to his chest. She snuggled into his warmth, soothed by the hum of radio static from where his heart should be and the smells of brimstone and shaving cream.

Tina had to admit it was nice to have someone to wake up to. Someone to comfort her in the middle of the night. Ironic, because this man was one of the most dangerous souls in all of Hell. Yet in his arms, she had never felt safer.

She decided to stop worrying about what her husband did as an Overlord. As long as he kept his word to her, she had no qualms.

Alastor watched as his wife's eyelids drifted closed. Gently, he ran a hand up and down her arm in an almost petting motion, hoping to ease her into sweet dreams. It amazed him how much she trusted him to fall asleep in his arms. And after a whole two days of doubt and tension.

He didn't think he could enjoy cuddling this much. She was so warm, so soft, and the steadiness of her breathing and scents of her lavender mousse and peach blossom made him inclined to let his guard down and get some sleep himself. The thought of spending every night like this came in the form of soothing jazz music through the bedside radio.

If it's every night spent with her, I don't think I'll mind it.


And that's all for now! This was meant to segue into Tina's development as a dealmaker herself who also came into possession of souls. And I felt this was a conversation she and Alastor were sure to have at SOME point in their relationship.