A sharp gasp escaped her as she felt his hands on her hips. If her grasp wasn't occupied with his neck, it would have been smacking his hands off of her. Merlin, she hated being touched and Astrophel's hands made her wary once more. Growling as he lifted her up, her nails dug into his neck a little tighter. She was fast, but she wasn't as strong, no matter how hard she tried to squeeze against his trachea he seemed to just fight it.
Being tossed onto the counter made her gasp again, as the shadows along the walls grew from the candle flying off it's perch and extinguishing from one of the puddles of blood on the floor. Finding her nails ripped off his neck, Alecto's gaze narrowed on Astrophel. One scandalously long leg snaked around his leg, as her free hands laced into his shirt instead.
"My loyalties don't lie with a who now that the Dark Lord is gone. My loyalties lie with a what. The Dark Lord is gone but his ideals are not." A challenging look was given to him, as a brow quirked slightly. "Any true follower of the Dark Lord would know that. It's just a matter of time..." Her voice trailed off as she smirked. This new Astrophel Fleetwood would be a nice addition to the little Death Eaters that still held on to the Dark Lord's beliefs.