Well well! He hasn't brought up the idea of trading for blood since that drunken night, but with Lucifer sober and bringing it up again, that did sound tempting.

He hummed in amusement, missing the context of the blushing - and pointedly ignoring the way his own heart was thudding inexplicably in his chest.

"You need only tell me what you'd like in return, Lucifer~" Alastor replied, batting his eyelashes teasingly.

Rosie's gossip-mongering smirk only grew as she sliced her meal up for herself, listening intently.