Lucifer didn't think he'd be hearing as much as he was. But he also was getting the feeling that he'd... wanted to talk about it, if but a little. Alastor was an artist, a showman, something Lucifer himself didn't truly see until recently. His complete aesthetic spoke to a bygone era when things were far less manufactured, less... processed than things were now.

Lucifer came to understand that, because he felt the same way. He had his eras he loved, saw the pros and cons of them, but did some a lot of modern things a little distasteful, things that lost their way somehow. Call him old-fashioned, but... there was a heart missing sometimes.

The king nodded, but smiled a bit. So that's where the gators came from... he wondered how many generations it'd been.

But where he left off had Lucifer leaning a bit by the end, attention rapt.

"He definitely comes off as a man who always asks for too much. His power, it... colored that considerably, I think."