The push moved Alastor's face away, playing along - forceful men were such brutes and he had such a disdain for them. Instead Alastor chuckled, cupping marigold-tinged cheeks in his hands. Warm...

"You've got the sweet tooth of the two of us. You're too sweet for me," he murmured fondly, before humming a bit - that's right, that's the lyric of a song. He'll have to save that to sing to Lucifer later.

"A shining light in Hell's skies. Our sun. And you're all mine, tonight."