[ Is this a trick? Some kind of trap? Alastor's actually setting the delicious (if tainted) soup down in front of him again. Well, whatever. Lucifer lets go of Alastor's wrist in favor of snatching the spoon out of the air. No way he's gonna risk even a chance of Alastor trying to feed him again. ]

Eh. [ He scoops up some soup. ] I've met guys with the prettiest manners you'd ever see and they were nastier than Adam's mouth on a weeknight out.

[ Yum, soup. ]