Since when are you interested in being out in public in the first -

[ Oh he hadn't been thinking about his shirt and whether or not blood could be seen. Not at all. But Lucifer gets him so worked up over nothing!

But all it takes is that slap. A hand smacking against the wound and the reaction is what one would expect. Loud radio feedback. Enough to shatter any nearby windows and crack screens. The lighting in the room flickers and Alastor is hacking, wet coughs.

There's a feral look about him when he looks back at Lucifer. ]

Ḓ̶̻̺͖̘̊́̃̓ǫ̴͍̫̠͍̘͒͆̋͜n̸̡̥̼͉̫̹̥͇̭̰̳̞̼̑̐'̶̡̛̪̥̯͔̋̓ť̵̙͕̗͇͙̊̒̏̄͘ ̷̛̺̩̪̙̗̻̮̖̍́̈͐͆̔̋̐͘̚͜ͅy̸̪̜͕̙̲̩̳͇̫̓̇̌̈́̐̉̏̀͝ò̵̢̢͔͍̞͉̘͓̠̺͜ư̵̗̲̍̇̔̎̍́̚͝͝ ̴͈̋̄̎̏͌̋͒̚f̵̨͎̭̭͉͕̬̃̈̀̀̈́̑͌́̔̿̚̕ͅu̷͔͒̓c̸̮̲͔͗̍̽̆̉͝ķ̷̣̮̻̲͚̖̪̀̀͊̈́ͅͅi̴̠͔̜̠̭͇̳̫͇͐̌̈̇͝n̸̨̝͉͉̥̑́̃͛̄̔͆̃̕̕͘͝ͅg̷̛̲̻̣̺̦͖̦͚̈́̊̚͘ ̴̘͖͍̆͒̏͒̈̈́̕̕t̴̜̘̞̥̞̀́̀́̊̔̀̽͗̄͑̓̈ơ̶̧̺̗̓̈́͆u̸̧̩͉̬̫̒͋͋̅̕͝ç̷̐h̴͈̤̭̤̠̤̰́̏͒̚͜ ̷̡͎̘͍͕̹̥̙̹̫̰͕́́͊ͅm̴̝̱͎̦̮̟͔̙̝̮͋̈̏̂͌̊́̍ė̸̮̃͒̿̒!̵̹̈́̈́͠