Alistair: *dark chuckle* My my, your heart’s racing. *traces his jaw with a finger* Don’t you wish Daddy was here to save you? *grins*

*Wrinkles his nose and shudders at the touch to his jaw, but at those words.He turned narrowed eyes toward the vampire and rumbled through grit teeth: * I do not need my father to save me.

As much as I hate to bring this up, Shackle Undead didn’t stop being a thing.