The pain is lessening... but the wound is still far from sealing. But here, now, the blessing was being pulled away somehow, wasn't it? Which meant that his own healing and his own magic could make more traction.

Leaving the stitching across the deepest part of the gash, Alastor dropped his arms and leaned back, forcing his breath to stay steady. Fuck.

Lucifer really was making a big difference, and it was getting gradually easier to inhale without the sharp, rueful burn of energy eating at him. The ache was dull... normal... or at least, closer.

Lucifer's brow... all of his eyes, rather, furrowed in concentration. All on him, just the way he liked. The man could be quite stunning at times like these.

"Showoff," he murmured, resting his hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "Beautiful."