...He was serious. Alastor's mind flashed back to that night they'd had dinner together, the king's face at being teased for being possibly delicious.

And yet here he was, offering it as a treat.

"Really now! You'd offer me your body for a reward? Even in part? Fascinating," he mused, pinching Lucifer's arm like he was gauging the meat on the bone. "And quite funny - I would indulge but alas, I think Charlie would be quite cross with me if her father came home from Cannibal Town missing any appendages," he bemused, 'affectionately' patting Lucifer's head.