It's the warm breath and his hair tickling his neck and shoulder that make him squirm and snicker a bit, but he braced a hand against Alastor's other cheek and held him for that wonderful extra moment nevertheless.

Once Alastor shifted, so too did he. Bambi's back was messy, and he wasn't surprised, what with how much they sort of trashed parts of the bayou during the chasing.

With towel in hand, Lucifer set to the task to keep from clogging the fella's poor drain system in the near-future. The grass was easy enough to get- a stick too, here and there- but some of this mud had dried and wasn't going down without a fight of a soak and some very gentle breaking up.

But he couldn't help giving little scratches after handling a dirtied spot. Mud was itchy. The way he ran his claws down the length of the Radio Demon's spine...?

No real reason for that. That was just for him.