"When you're clearly distraught, and not in the mood? I'm a cannibal and a serial killer, I'm not a monster! Hah hah!" Alastor laughed, carefully carding his fingers through the remaining feathers to ease the skin there too, moving to the next wing.

"If this gumbo needs more time to simmer then so be it. Put the lid back on and we'll come to it again later," he replied simply, rolling his eyes at Lucifer's tear-sodden face. "You won't find happiness with half-hearted efforts when your mind is at its sickest."