Hah! The King of Lies has a terrible poker face. And he's so terribly proud of those wings.

Alastor just smirked and kicked his legs in amusement, setting his drink down as he watched. Once Lucifer poured himself his bourbon, the Sinner leaned closer and ran his finger under Lucifer's chin.

"Are you plucking again? Don't torture yourself, Lucifer... that's my job~" he purred in a flirtatious tone, the radio crackle popping warmly.