"There we are, in your natural environment, finally," Alastor chuckled, poking the ducky and making it bob again.

With the bath set, Alastor pulled up a chair and sat nearby, crossing his legs and relaxing. Didn't want to let Lucifer fall asleep in the bath.

...There was a soft, subtle happiness in hearing he'd been doing a good job thus far. When the majority of the work was being done by Lucifer, he didn't want to be a slouch. A deadbeat. He didn't want to take anything in his situation for granted.

"I can only do my best to help along the act of Creation, for now."