Ugh. Right to the gloom, and he hadn't even done anything to earn it. Alastor stood in the doorway, rolling his eyes. "You haven't even seen my preferred decor," he snidely remarked - not that he thought Lucifer would truly appreciate the beauty of his recreated bayou.

But fine. An entire hotel is a lot to get rid of the vast, overwhelming presence of ducks.

With a passive aggressive sigh, he changed the curtains again into a gold-and-black art deco pattern. "Satisfied?"