His breath caught with the look in his eyes. As a King he should feel offended with how predatory, how intense it had looked, but it instead twisted his stomach into a knot.

Coupled with the feel of his tongue, the suckles against his skin, Lucifer was having a hard time feeling different than long, warm nights of the past where he enjoyed those same touches feathering over his body; nights where he felt like he was home and everything was perfect. ...Mostly perfect.

Mouth slightly agape save for a small swallow of mercy to wet his mouth again, he wondered if Alastor knew to stop. ...Or if he should tell him to stop. But he did only have so much blood, and may wind up spending the next hour or two woozy at this rate-

He'd been so kind to Charlie. He'd been there from the beginning. He can be a catty asshole, petty beyond all reason, but he was nothing but a gentleman to Charlotte--

But the Radio Demon spoke, and Lucifer's remembering to breathe again was a very small gasp.

Then a slightly not-very-together laugh.

"Hi-high praise...! HA! I knew I had to be tasty! Should I bring some the next time? I might have a bottle lying around somewhere for a special occasion."