[ He wishes that he would have had the foresight to actually, you know, fuss with that bowtie. Or do something, really. If Alastor had, then maybe Lucifer wouldn't have caught onto anything.
Eyes narrow. A smile grows tight. Alastor grabs at Lucifer's hand and sets the glass in it. ]
Correct! There is. Hunger.
[ Acknowledging that his injury is flaring up? Nope! Not happening. Instead he stands, straightening out his own suit and bowtie. ]
no subject
Eyes narrow. A smile grows tight. Alastor grabs at Lucifer's hand and sets the glass in it. ]
Correct! There is. Hunger.
[ Acknowledging that his injury is flaring up? Nope! Not happening. Instead he stands, straightening out his own suit and bowtie. ]
Which I should be taking care of!