[ Snort. Lucifer, for whatever reason he can't say, accepts Alastor's answer. Maybe because Alastor can be bat-to-the-skull blunt about certain things and insults tend to be just that from him. ]

No, pretty much every night we f- [ Realizing what Alastor started to pull out of him, his mouth closes with an audible click of his teeth and a rumble at the back of his throat. Damn the fact that Alastor physically acknowledging the current curve of his belly makes him shiver from head to toe. He's given too much to the Radio Demon tonight as it is. ]

And here I thought no one would top my score. [ His voice dry, but he does find himself curious enough to ask. ] Actually, I'm surprised you've done this with anyone at all. [ Oh great, Lucifer, that sounds like an insult. ] I mean, you never seemed the type to want to have sex, period.

[ As Alastor cradles him close and hoists both of them up, a phenomenon he is more used to than he'd admit (what, he had a very large wife!), he can at least take care of the 'filthy' part. With an odd-handed sweep of his fingers, it will rid both of them of the... exterior filth and leave them dry. ] Ta da~ [ The blandest 'ta da' in the history of existence, but Lucifer is getting the chance to enjoy something he hasn't gotten to do in a while - cuddle. ]