He tried a smile. "Ha... I think the latter might be better. If things are too quiet with you around, it's far more cause for concern than knowing you're out having yourself a 'picnic'."

But knowing where Alastor stood on that particular spectrum, Lucifer couldn't help but worry a little. Humiliation was probably his attempt to put it lightly.

He lifted their linked hands and pressed a kiss to the knuckles. "...Days that make you wish you were just a bunch of fog for a while instead of an annoying solid."