How very funny you are. You host a comedy night at the hotel. [ He snarks even as Lucifer shifts around more, giving him that heated, flushed glare that have Alastor's claws grasping at the other's hips. Guiding them along himself as he pushes up from below. ]

A dry spell, was that? And yet you were soaking wet even before I began to fuck you with my tentacle. Though that would explain why you moaned so loudly when I came inside of you. Begging me to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.