[ Lucifer freezes up, gaze fixed on the blood on Alastor's finger — on Alastor's mouth as he licks it off. It's startling enough that Lucifer almost forgets the big anomaly of the evening — almost. But just because Alastor's— ugh, complimenting how he'd taste, and there goes a whole host of thoughts Lucifer does not want to have floating around in his head, thanks very much! Anyway. It's not enough to distract him entirely.
Primly, he folds the handkerchief up and waves it away again. Looks over at the mess of gore decorating the room and back to Alastor. Alastor, who hasn't had more than a single lick of blood. ]
Dancing, but no dinner. [ Wry. ] Remind me not to buy into your idea of a date.
[ Is that a cannibalism joke? It sure is a cannibalism joke. ]
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Primly, he folds the handkerchief up and waves it away again. Looks over at the mess of gore decorating the room and back to Alastor. Alastor, who hasn't had more than a single lick of blood. ]
Dancing, but no dinner. [ Wry. ] Remind me not to buy into your idea of a date.
[ Is that a cannibalism joke? It sure is a cannibalism joke. ]