[ His grin pulls into a snarl as Lucifer laughs, claws flexing in the fabric he still held in a tight grip. Alastor himself didn't respond to the command, but his shadow, the little fucking traitor, saw some sense and turned the faucets until the water stopped flowing. ]

See, that is where you are wrong. I do not threaten. I promise. Now.... [ Rolling his neck, he did what he could to regain at least a measure of composure as the more he touched Lucifer, the less he wanted to pull away. ] If you do not tell me what it is exactly you want me to do for you to remove this curse, I can promise that I will hoist you up by your wings over the hotel and allow all of your denizens to see just who it is that leads us.