If Alastor focused, he could see things through her surroundings.  The entire ordeal would be very interesting.  Had he ever done anything like this in his long years?  Alastor couldn't remember.  Then again, after so many centuries, a lot of things couldn't be remembered easily anymore.  Since he was still feeling weak, he didn't bother to try and raise himself off the floor yet.  He'd see how this goes.  Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to see and experience things through her senses.<br/><br/>"You'll know how to feast upon them," Alastor said telepathically.  "When their emotions rise high enough, you'll be able to tell.  And when they do, simply dive into them.  Your hunger will rise normally, and you'll simply dive into their emotions to eat them.  Leaving them an empty husk in that regard.  The mind will be there, but their emotions will be gone.  Try it this way, first.  Emotions are rich, thick things that drive mortal and immortal alike.  Through them, you will gain a high unlike any other."<br/><br/>Alastor recalled his own hunts that went through the Night Parade on some nights.  Hunting the mortals for the sheer enjoyment of it.  Devouring them utterly to keep himself alive.  If he didn't partake in humans' emotions, he had no way of sustaining himself for very long.  Some would view him as a type of vampire, which could be construed in that sense.  However, after once being worshiped as a deity, now being forced to feed off of humans in this fashion was a long fall indeed.