"Call it a gift for our host! Wouldn't want things to get too sleepy," Alastor chuckled smugly, draping his arms around Lucifer's shoulders. Not at all unlike the women all over their host. Tch!

"It's been quite a long time since I was the one kicking down the door on some old traditionalists," he chuckled in amusement, leaning over only briefly as one of his little poppet minions scurried over with a pilfered drink tray and more of those virgin spritzers. "Thank you, good lad," Alastor concurred, joining Lucifer in their temperate drinks for now. "Next one, let's see if they even know how to polka."