For all of his own self-made pride- he did have things about himself that he liked very much- it meant so much more coming from Alastor. He could lie all day long, but he wasn't one to waste words, much less when it came to how he truly felt about something. He was just catty that way, and he loved him for it.

The gold rose in his face. But he smirked, the quirk a little cocky. "...And I get to flaunt mine, you understand."

The king reached up, and drew fingertips along the taller demon's jawline. His gaze, when focused, had a way of making one feel like there was no other soul in the room. "...I would be delighted to conquer the airwaves with you, Alastor Morningstar."