[ Yeah, that's an unfortunate end. Lucifer doesn't so much as blink at it, though. He also doesn't even consider feeling apologetic about being the interruption to Alastor's meal. Suck it, that's what Alastor gets for eating a guy right off a public street. If he cared about privacy, he shouldn't be ripping someone apart where anyone and their adorable, fun-sized dragons could see. ]

I know this is Hell, but we have food that isn't diseased.

[ He prods at the still hand of the man with the tip of his cane. Yuck. Who knows what nastiness this demon was engaged in before he had the misfortune of running into Alastor? He lives with Angel Dust and Niffty, he knows what kinds of ick sinners can get into.

And speaking of food — real food: ]

And you can cook, so why are you out here eating it raw?

[ You know, like some unwashed savage. ]