[ The thing about swallowing the soup means his mouth is now free for other things. Like snapping at Alastor's fingers, as awkward as the gesture is when his jaw is still being firmly held. Lucifer still puts in a valiant effort at it, only thwarted by the way Alastor goes right ahead and shoves another hot spoonful of soup in.

Fuck. It's still delicious.

Sulkily, Lucifer swallows this mouthful. And snaps the spoon clean through with a sudden clench of his jaw. At least he doesn't eat it, just spits it out to land on the table. Not that he couldn't, seraphim are omnivorous, but he doesn't really enjoy the taste of metal. ]

Yuh huh. And now you're putting all that skill and cleverness and tenacity to making sure I don't get any booboos.

[ He is not going to pay ANY attention to the gaping on the other side of the table. ]