"Or not," Alastor huffed, frowning briefly at the thought. "Stay alive for a good while longer and you just might get to see that."
Shaking his head as she settled on top of him, he chuckled softly. "I suppose moving a little isn't too tiring. But, you do realise my 'perfect vacation' isn't a vacation, yes?" He smirked. "Work-a-holic, remember?" Not that he would argue with any trip she wanted to take, of course. Alastor wasn't dumb enough to tell her outright, but he suspected there was very little he'd refuse her for the next couple weeks at the least.
"I always knew you were insane," he teased because it was easier than admitting how relieved he was there was a cure to be happy about.