There's a funny little spark of something in Alastor imagining someone else pulling Lucifer away. What in the world is that feeling? It felt bitter.

Especially if he thought back to the portraits he'd seen in the Hotel before... he'd only ever seen the Morningstar family and the infamous von Eldricht family. Ugh. Surely that fish man was too busy with his wife to make an appearance, right?

"Surely hundreds of thousands of years of friendships you could call on, even. I can only imagine your potential repertoire."