[The lights in Alastor's red eyes light up, the sound of an old timey radio being turned on once he's addressed and he offers a sharp tooth smile in return as he crosses his legs upon the stool that he's perched himself on.]

Absolutely parched, my good man. All this fresh aired and nature really does dry one out. And that's coming from someone who lives in Hell.

Hahaha~

[A laugh track plays from him.]