[ Ugh. He never thought he'd get this treatment from Alastor of all people. Back talking, below the belt jabs, every opportunity to make him look bad in front of Charlie, yes — but not the whole freezing in place, not-so-proverbial deer in headlights because he's Lucifer, blah blah blah the great and powerful Morningstar, flashing neon danger signs or whatever the fuck is going through Alastor's head.
It sucks. Huh. Didn't figure he'd care so much about one little sinner demon not giving a shit about who he was.
He stays right where he is, doesn't move even an inch closer. Figures! Of course, why not! What a way to end the night! Even the room's dim mood lighting can't hide the sudden weariness that washes over Lucifer's face. Something that, for just a moment, looks awfully like disappointment.
A wave and he conjures something out of the air, lobs it over to Alastor. He waits just long enough to make sure Alastor catches it before he turns on his heel and vanishes in a sparkly puff of smoke.
The thing he tossed turns out to be a neatly wound roll of bandages. ]
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It sucks. Huh. Didn't figure he'd care so much about one little sinner demon not giving a shit about who he was.
He stays right where he is, doesn't move even an inch closer. Figures! Of course, why not! What a way to end the night! Even the room's dim mood lighting can't hide the sudden weariness that washes over Lucifer's face. Something that, for just a moment, looks awfully like disappointment.
A wave and he conjures something out of the air, lobs it over to Alastor. He waits just long enough to make sure Alastor catches it before he turns on his heel and vanishes in a sparkly puff of smoke.
The thing he tossed turns out to be a neatly wound roll of bandages. ]