[ Alastor continues his attentions to Lucifer's pale skin, making sure every inch of it is clean, though he doesn't touch between his legs just yet. He enjoys the sight of the milky and shadowy fluids leaking out from between the other's thighs as he touched everywhere but there.

When he hears the tiny hissing purr, his head tilts and a small huff of a chuckle escapes when he spots the tip of a tongue slipping through kiss-bruised lips. ]

Agreed. [ He says quite simply as he reaches a hand out for the shadow to hand him the shampoo next. Lathering his hands, he begins to wash the bright gold locks of the other's hair with claws retracted into the tips of his fingers so he didn't cause any harm. ] I was going to suggest the very same once you were capable of thinking again. Particularly the part about my tail.