[ He's been examining the flyer with a pensive stare, one long black claw tapping at his chin while he approaches the author of the colorful advertisement. He clears his throat politely and once he has the stranger's attention, his stoic expression splits into a polite (if not rather eerie) smile.

Then again, Alastor probably isn't unnerved by teeth made of gold, or fierce twin fangs. ]

These are your quaint little advertisements? I notice you're looking for a better name for your production. I've got a suggestion, if you'd like one.