And I was the one helping her, not you. [ Alastor refused to admit defeat, even in the face of it. He'd heeded Charlie's call for aid, first. He'd poured his time, effort and power into fixing the hotel but there waltzed in the king to flaunt his power as if it were no big deal in the slightest to throw his weight around. On top of that judging the decor he'd poured his heart into! Talk about an insult! ]

All I asked was for you to say please and I would have given the infernal thing back to you right away. But you had to let your Pride get in the way, didn't you? Does the little king not know how to say please?

[ A small gasp leaves him as Lucifer grinds down onto his knee, sending a fresh wave of heat up into his own groin as the contact affects him just as much. So much so that he has to rest his forehead against the other's shoulder as he can't help but push his knee further up to rub harder. ]