Don't let your eye get poked out by Alastor's antlers growing and branching out like weeds defying concrete, Lucifer. Alastor's free hand grabbed at Lucifer's thigh, claws sinking in and gripping as his heart raced.

With fear, yes, of course. But if it was just fear, he'd flee or fight. There was a sick excitement in Alastor at all of this, at the display of power from Lucifer, the pride and anger of the devil himself bearing down on him. It made him excited.

"Pride is what causes the fall of every mortal man. Hubris!"

Hah. He really was a broken man, when no amount of flirtations or attractive bodies made his body stir the way this threat did to him right now.

"If it tastes good, then take a bite."