Alastor loved to sing, who was he to deny such a request? Though this was a song he'd share only with Lucifer. There's a start of a gasp, and a trailed, breathy moan at the pinch and sting of pain. The boiling water made the bite feel even more raw, and he panted and sighed from the heat of it and from the devil cutting into him.

His hands wound around Lucifer's back, resting and holding on instead of tickling. He idly watched the way his own blood did pretty little swirls and curls in the bath water.

"Sha..."