"I'll keep that in mind," Alastor said as he took an inquisitive sip of his drink, finding the slight burn it had going down not too dissimilar from the gentle burn of the energies that made up his home.

"A gift?" He asked, eyeing Andy suspiciously. "What kind?"

While he doubted his human confidant was going to try and betray him, the old habit to withdraw into a fortress of mistrust and paranoia was still deeply ingrained within his psyche, through no fault of his own. His entire civilization was built upon paranoia after all. Power plays and schemes, dynasties rising and falling to the most delicate of political maneuvering. 

So naturally he was somewhat concerned about this gesture of kindness, as well as the motivation that inspired it.