"Of course you are, sweetheart. I saw how you held your middle at the mere thought of it," Alastor purred, rubbing circles at Lucifer's sides with his thumbs. Narrow, skinny... so likely to skip meals because he simply lost track of time.

"Oh, your frustrations and woes will change - you'll gripe you're too spoiled and pampered. Carefully fed, gently massaged, a kingly treatment you'll never get otherwise~" he teased a bit, leaning a little close to nibble at Lucifer's wrist even as it was folded. "I'll give my darling doe everything he wants and needs~. Tender nibbles on the skin, none too deep! I have to leave you be, but what sweet torture the wait will be, watching you grow more and more ripe with each passing day. See you grow out with a fawn, in defiance of all Creation, something divine and powerful in a way that will make all realms tremble in awe."