He knew this much: He didn't think of this as a flight of fancy. He just... needed to figure out how to turn Alastor's ear on that, scatter disbelief.

Lucifer held tight with intertwined fingers, a warm squeeze, and turned his eyes back to his.

He paused. Gathered himself.

"Nono- you leave me nearly out of blood, not love."

Impulse drove him to give Alastor's cheek a cheeky little pat with his free hand. "You're still recovering from mild anemia, it's understandable."