He could practically taste it in the air like Bee could. Alastor was damn proud of what he'd done, and Lucifer's brain was too foggy to really chide him for it.

But why should he...? That was amazing and he felt like an entire dish of softened butter. Despite that, he had the faculties to tip his head into that touch through his hair.

"Mmm... you'd tell me if you wanted a turn, wouldn't you...?"