It was... fine? Okay... seemed it was dog dogs that bugged him. Considering what he'd read in the archives- what little there was, anyway- things made a whole lot of sense.

But with a lean upon his head, Lucifer puffed his cheeks and frowned at him. Must he be a little leaning stool or a mobile countertop for you??

"Yes, well- I don't get many opportunities to play around with forms. Some days you just feel like howling at the moon, or..."

Boo on you! He poofed and Alastor just needed another stool of some kind to lean on. A sleek white snake perched on the other man's shoulders and looked a little smug.

"...You wanna find a nice warm place to relax, enjoy a little vibe." Already he was wiggling a bit under ol' Bambi's lapel.