He was right. Lucifer, king of hell, was utterly starved for intimacy, for touch and closeness. It was never something Alastor knew the feeling of... but it did mean that, if he needed to, he could use that against Lucifer.

Though, at the moment, he didn't think he quite had anything to exchange or start negotiations for, either.

Just a little kindness, for now, then. A little squeeze of the shoulders, pressing his cheek playfully to Lucifer's, just like he did with silly little Charlie. "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something, old boy," he teased lightly.