[ Listen. Alastor can't help but take things literal from time to time. Propping his cheek on curled knuckles as his elbow perches on the edge of the tub, he peers down at the king on his lap. ]

That is hardly the same as being called cute. Besides, you are capable of changing your shape, are you not? [ A genuine question born out of curiosity. Here Alastor had assumed that Lucifer simply preferred being small.

The question born after a stretch of silence makes him pause, ears perking straight up as crimson eyes blink in confusion. ] A baby? What baby?