The touch to the chin caught Alastor a little off guard, getting a surprised little sound of pleasure from him. Tingles and goosebumps practically bloomed from where Lucifer kissed, Alastor primed to expect a bite and nearly knocked over with the feather-light touch instead.

Tease. Lucifer was good at it.

"Only swoon to my songs, my king..." Alastor whispered. He'd never used those last two words together without it being a sneer before... he'd never bend a knee to this man. Pride and conviction would have never allowed it, he would never acknowledge being lesser than the devil himself! But to call him my king, as the queen, well... that was equal footing.