The panic in his face must have been visible because her expression softened, “I just told you, Alastor, its fine. You can worry about it once you remember–”
He flailed his arms to stop her, “But haven’t you thought that if I think about it all the time, then maybe I’ll remember what it was quick–”
“Don’t you have something else to ask?” his mate interrupts brusquely, voice laced with a tone of cold finality, and Alastor knows that was just as deliberate.
“Oh… oh yeah, right,” Alastor tried to smile, trying to file away that one worry behind for later, he’s not one to waste chances, after all, especially the ones handed on a silver platter, “So I guess your interrogation is on session?”
“It can go both ways.” she conceded.
Wait, he didn’t hear that right.
...right?
He blinked, feeling like his had buffered and glitches for one good second, “What?”