Hah! He'll have to keep that in his back pocket to surprise Lucifer when he's least expecting it. But for now, he'll indulge what he thinks the man actually wants.

Hooking a claw into Lucifer's collar, Alastor pulled the fabric aside, showing more skin and tugging at the button oh so tauntingly. Why, with all the white, it'll probably stain bright gold - tsk, so careless even now, Lucifer.

"So, then, Cher. What is our 'safe word'?" he asked, letting the tinniest glimpse of his old mortal drawl into his voice as he asked.