The touch of the tail at his ear had Alastor hesitate. His ear flicked a little at the touch, but it... wasn't unpleasant. Hmm. It brought to mind many previous curious hands, though... some that were rough and got bitten for it, and others that were gentle when he shouldn't have allowed that sort of gentleness from them.

...

Hmm. File that away for another day. He stood heading towards the kitchen and leaving Lucifer to his swaddled prison. "Cream or sugar at all, dear boy?"