"You have lots of ways! Men and women listen to you. You're the Dark Lady after all. You have people just waiting to do what you want, like Peter Pettigrew. Snape really doesn't, but he doesn't do much of anything that anyone wants."

Bast stopped suddenly, lifting up his little radio and pressing it to his ear. A puzzled look was on his face for a moment before he nestled it back in the crook of his arm. Whether or not he actually heard anything or it was just another facet of his madness was hard to tell. A sharply intelligent look came over his face, crafty like a fox before it was gone and he looked to be nothing more than his usual stupid self.

"I'm happy to meet you, Alphonse and Be-Lust! You have very pretty eyes, Alphonse. Reminds me of Remus'. They probably look better in than out. What's for breakfast?"

It had taken him a moment to catch up with the last of Lust's question, his nose wrinkling up thoughtfully. "I have a wand! I can make lots of light. I'm dreadfully scary too. Everyone says so."

Beaming in pride, Bast started eyeing poor Alphonse's food, probably trying to decide what he could snare up for himself.