Shahad 

You always seem to be smiling. Doesn't your face ever hurt?

*Alastor's perpetually wide grin seemed to sharpen, his head tilting slightly as a subtle crackle of static accompanied his response. His crimson eyes, usually bright with amusement, glinted with a deeper, unsettling glow. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his shadow stretching and contorting eerily behind him, a silent, predatory extension of his will, as if it, too, was eager for the answer to be delivered.* "My dear, a smile is a powerful tool, isn't it? It can disarm, it can deceive, and most importantly, it can terrify. And why would I ever deprive myself, or my audience, of such a delightful expression? One must always present a pleasant front, even when contemplating the most... delightful acts of torment. A touch of pain is hardly a deterrent when one is pursuing such exquisite entertainment. Wouldn't you agree, my friend?"

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