Alastor was practically there in a blink thanks to his own slowed faculties. Chided, Lucifer scowled as best as he could. ...Even if the demon was right, and he had been a little careless.

But then he'd wiped up his hand, which was nice. ...And...

Okay. So. He remembered the joke he'd made about giving awful ideas by saying things like 'eating them'. He remembered, and was now a victim of it.

But before he could do much more than feel his brain fizzling, there was a bandage to cover where he'd nicked himself.

"...'ppreciate it." Boy that didn't even remotely sound even and put-together at all.