With absolutely nothing between them, his hoofie shoving had become a bit half-hearted, and had instead braced against the monstrous form's thighs.

His grip adjusted and fisted in monster fur, and his breath audibly hitched from the direct contact between their bodies. This... this massive, ridiculous thing that was no doubt waiting for him to play wild games like this...

Oh, fine. You caught him, didn't you? As his tail wound around one of Alastor's legs and he 'fought back' against the lapping with playful nips at his jaw, he let the rest of him change a little: What was a Doe without a soft pair of ears? Fallow deer had fun little markings, so Lucifer helped himself to a soft dappling along his wings, back and upper arms.

There now. Was that better~?