"I thought you liked birds. Or maybe I'm just quackers," Alastor teased, taking his grumpy king's hand and running his thumb along those knuckles. "You're growing six wings' worth of feathers! Now, I'll just make sure to feed you right. Extra rich shrimp and grits... mmm, maybe a pot pie, it's been a minute since I delved into dough making. Pulled smoked meat with beans and rice. Blackened gar. Fried greens."

A playful little drumming of his fingers on the inside of Lucifer's wrist.

"Double to fatten you up for the winter hibernation."