"Don't forget our dance in the bayou, sha, you can always lean on me~" Alastor hinted - if he could dance and belt out singing with the festering wound that Adam gave him, then for the sake of Lucifer maintaining dignity whilst showing these old fuddy-duddies what for, he could take the pain and unease just fine.

"Trust me~"

He'd never let Lucifer take a spill during a dance.

"Hit it, boys!"

With a snap, Alastor's minions blared the trumpets even louder, completely commanding the scene. Who's party was this? Who cares! It's Alastor's and Lucifer's, now!