Re: Tim
"Bleeding already. Well thats just rude. I didn't intend to have you bleeding for, oh quite a while yet. There's all sorts of other things to get through before we get to blood", the drawling taunting voice of a man still dressed in a pristinely clean light blue shirt echoed through the warehouse he'd chosen.
"Tim, isn't it. My name is Alastair, forgive the rudeness of my not having said but you know how these things go. Busy busy all the time". The demon moved to stand beside where Tim was looking through what appeared to be a table of torture instruments. Flames, blunt things, cold things. And the razors. Oh he liked those. Shallow cuts, good for the soul.
"Now...what are you in the little menagarie the Winchester boys have managed to pick up? What role do you play young man"
He went for cold. Cold was a good start. Cold could burn just like fire. "And try not to scratch my table with those chains, I do try and keep a clean um...studio I suppose you might say"