Oh, that's hardly euphemism at that point, isn't it? But seeing Lucifer fumble for the mug brings a chuckle out of him, even as his neck bends and crackles at an unnatural angle.

"It's quite fortunate I have self control, really - left to my gluttonous instincts, why, I wager I would have devoured it rind and all."

And if Alastor's fantasy of devouring the king of hell whole didn't dissuade the man from continuing to play into this little game... well, mayhaps Alastor's looming hunger could be a thrilling danger lurking around the corner. His deadly maw, which he had perfect control over, quite able to eat his beignets in smooth, single bites.

"Something tells me it'll beckon for that danger again."