Ooh, his voice, hmm? Pride swelled - Alastor was quite pleased with how his voice was, how it always got compliments both in life and afterlife. 'Pretty' was a harder sell, but the more Lucifer insists, it must be some sort of true.

"Good as brandy, hmm...? Have you wanted to hear my voice whispering sweet nothings to you, Cher? To say your name, my morning star?" he purred into Lucifer's ear, the soft popping of the radio filter warming his already warm voice as he continued to gently stroke that soft duck-tail hair. "I can whisper things just for you, Cher... things you can play on repeat whenever you want."