Oh I don't care if someone sees, personally. Let us not forget how I came into my position in the first place. After all, I have always been in the entertainment business.

[ So it more or less is about the hotel's reputation or whatever. Some of his amusement will disappear if people leave.

But the increase in needing to feed isn't going to be discussed. That is a truth that Alastor is going to keep to himself. Or until someone else finds out Lucifer is free to think what he wants. As long as the diminutive king doesn't press the issue, then Alastor can continue to be somewhat civil.

Eyes flicker between Lucifer and the puddle of blood and some other pieces of flesh. Muscle. Bone. Hard to tell with it all covered in blood and splattered across the ground and alley walls. ]

I could, yes. Though, once more, imagine someone walking in on me if I did! They would begin to wonder if their meals contained flesh. I would have to rely on someone else's hospitality.

[ He grins. Fingers lace together behind his back. Alastor's shadow appears on the opposing wall. Grinning as if it has a life of its own. Which it kind of does. ]

That and the look of pure terror is far more satisfying this way.