[Alastor magics himself up a steaming cup of coffee, as black and thick as tar. He sips it while he listens to Charlie's plan. Once she's finished, he sets the mug down and steeples his fingers]

I'll be honest with you, dear -- I don't think the "redemption" angle will go over well here. There are no exterminations to worry about, and reaching Heaven is as simple as taking an elevator. To be blunt, there's no point.

[he stirs the coffee with a claw, thoughtful]

I think you'll have more luck with an... [he waves his hand, trying to come up with a good way to put it] ... embassy of kindness, so to speak. A respite in Hell for those who don't necessarily want to make the trip upstairs. It is so terribly bright there. [he massages his temples... the sun there gave him such a headache...] I'd be happy to help a bit in the ways I can, but... well. [he shrugs. He trusts Charlie, but he's not quite sure he wants to tell her about his weaknesses without holding her to her word]