"Ha ha," was his reply, flipping him the bird despite the smirk.

But curiosity took him sooner as Alastor set to work with a weird little container. He could identify some of the herbs by smell, but it was... complicated. Herbology wasn't his wheelhouse, though.

...Feels really nice, though...

...

Lucifer sniffled quietly, and reached into a pocket for a handkerchief. He set to work cleaning his face, his eyes cooling to gold again.

"I... still have the place set up, and the food catered. I can... make up for this."