Alastor gasped, grasping his tie as if he were clutching pearls. "Cute? Why, my friend, did you hear that? Sullying your very spooky name, this man who's made a toothy giant rubber duck!"

He'll snap, giving the now riled-up little creature a scythe. The fired-up shadowy creature bared its unnaturally white (if bloodied) teeth, gnashing and snarling before he started charging right at Lucifer and swinging his new shiny blade.