Alastor remained perfectly - unsettlingly, even - still as Lucifer started feeling at his ears. The fur was long, but velvety under the fluff. Those ears haven't caught an injury yet, seems like - there's not a single bump or dip of a scar anywhere on them.

Though Alastor was keeping still and silent to not openly enjoy this, he was enjoying it. The long, languid touch, almost indulgent in exploring... fingers running over muscles that were usually ignored... it was soothing. It reminded him a lot of being a little kid, when his mother would gently card her fingers through his hair until he fell asleep.

While Alastor successfully withheld any noises, Lucifer would catch sight of the man's shoulders slowly losing tension and relaxing.

He might also catch Husk and Vaggie gawking at the sight, Husk especially looking befuddled.