The response earned a good-natured eyeroll. But once left to his own devices, Lucifer had a little more of his tea before he cast a rather distant gaze to the far wall.

It was rather wild, really, that after talking about it and trying, this was... seriously happening. He was so accustomed to changing his shape that accommodating for their plan was a cake walk. He was also a builder, someone who thrived in making... and here he was, taking on what was by far perhaps one of the most complicated things one could make.

Oh, how angry his old colleagues would be. They sure were pissed when Charlie came along, and they'd just have to suck it up for this fawn and any other one that comes after just the same. Because nuts to them. Lucifer Morningstar does whatever he god-damn well pleases.

"...Do me a favor, won't you, kiddo...?" He brought a hand to his middle. "He's busting his antlers downstairs. Let me be able to keep more things down, and you get to enjoy all the tasty stuff he makes, too. I'll even endure all the real spicy--"

He jumped a bit when Alastor returned, and turned his head. His face prickled a bit.

Lucifer cleared his throat once he was joined on the bed. "I was, ah... just... negotiating. Because all of that looks really good and I'm starving."