And so he dangled, stuck fully, gently swinging from the branches of at least two neighboring willow trees. The riotous laughter of Alastor echoed through the bayou, and all Lucifer could do is glare at first.

Yeah. Laugh it up.

Laugh it up before he shifts and burns the branches!! ...But... would that start a fire in here? Would that be a fire he could contain?

Would Charlie be angry if he'd burned down a chunk of the Hotel...?

"Yeahp. Mhm. Aaaalright. Get it out of your system." But he did not shift. Instead he puffed his cheeks and crossed his arms, looking more like a surly child in a carrier sling.