Alastor certainly didn't mind, embracing the smaller King against him fondly. "That's right. And I've got you hooked for sure, now, haven't I?"

After wringing out the towel and re-dampening it, Alastor gently wiped down Lucifer's front, washing the pale chest and dark arms. Like a charming doll, looking fragile, when in reality he was the strongest man in Hell.

His hand paused as he wiped over the naval. If things really took root, then... well. A lot would be stacked in Alastor's favor, many of his plans would fall in place, and he could start pulling strings--

But more than any of that...