Oh, Alastor looked like a drowned rat after that, his clothes especially getting completely soaked. There's an electric green crackle as the demon slammed his hands on either side of the tub, eyes dark and menacing and teeth glowing like a radio face.

"Lucifer... if you wanted me in the bath you should have said so."


Now, he can't attack Lucifer, not in good conscience. Not that Lucifer wouldn't be perfectly fine, of course! But the back of Alastor's mind, the part hyper aware that Lucifer's carrying, won't let him.


But it will let him plunge a hand into that water to touch into Lucifer's side. To tickle him - and no one will ever believe you, Lucifer.