"Mother would never forgive if I took off," Alastor chuckled - he was clearly excited and not going anywhere, but it was a little joke for Lucifer to find a bit of humor in. Dotingly, Alastor kissed at Lucifer's middle, humming a small laugh into the fluff of the bathrobe.

Alastor pauses his massage, resting his head on Lucifer, albeit lightly. A little one... a son or daughter... an innocent little life that will look up to them with wide, curious eyes. ...He'll kill to protect them. Protect that curiosity. This one, and any other fawns that come after.

"They'll want for nothing."