"Imagine the torment once I actually learn these things," Alastor chuckled. If his voice and simple touch did so much, they ought to help make the rest go more easily, he supposes. There's no intuitive guide... but Alastor found himself willing to learn.

"All the myriad ways to experiment... like dancing one's fingers over the keys of the piano, tickling them to create a new tune..."

There's a little pause - Alastor had been reflecting on their moments together. There were the obvious ones, like Lucifer getting flustered about Alastor talking about eating him, or licking his cut finger, or even being given a squeaky duck after a nightmare.

But that cheshire grin grew a little as a memory connected to his understanding.

"Why... now that I think about it, you made quite the expression when I detangled you using the tendrils."