Once Alastor disappeared, the King looked down upon his soft and fluffy prison. He could shapeshift easily enough and get himself free, but...

Comfy. It was like a hug.

The bundle was missing a blond head when Alastor returned, as Lucifer had wiggled his way into sinking further into the makeshift tent of fleece.

The tail emerged and felt around a bit before accepting the offered mug.

"Thank you again." Then a blanket flap lifted as his head emerged.

Paused.

Snorted in amusement at the text on the cup.

"No name on my cup...? Am I already such a regular?" He tipped it to his lips and drank.

...Hoooogh that's the shit. Where'd he get his coffee?