Having a collar is nothing new to Alastor but the twist now is how he isn't constrained by the usual suspect. In fact, he doesn't feel the tug on his metaphorical leash as keenly as he might normally. Interesting. That's something he'll tuck away mentally for now as he investigates his new - still somewhat Hellish - surroundings.

"Why, thank you, my dear," says Alastor, heads turning to the strange sound of his voice. And it is strange to even those more familiar with modern technology since it sounds like he's broadcasting through a radio. Unbothered by attention, he smiles as he takes a bite of one of those heart-shaped cookies, waves, and is on his way.

If he tugs on the collar of his shirt in a few moments and seems a bit flushed, well- No, he doesn't.

Mind your business. Or don't!

The man hums as he walks through the streets and takes in the scenery. Although not quite as cultured as cannibal town, it has a certain charm to it. Some may feel free to notice how utterly, entirely unbothered he is by any of it. In fact, he's smiling - even if subtle - as he takes everything in.

Nothing of a sexual nature appeals to him; rather, the inherent eroticism of the slaughter is where he ends up gravitating towards. Alastor can be found grinning wider than he has yet as he carves out an animal's heart and gladly partakes in the face 'painting' with enthusiasm.

"Here I was starting to think this town to be a bit droll! Turns out the local flavor isn't all that bad." Emphasized with a run of his tongue over a smudge of blood on his own face. "Would you like a taste too?"