[ He smirks as whatever Lucifer was about to shoot back with was quickly cut off. Honestly, Alastor can only imagine what dirty little secrets he was about to spill out between them. ]

You shall simply have to work harder in order to maintain that spot, will you not, majesty? [ He chuckles as he sets them on the edge of the tub and swings his soaked lower half out of the water. Ah. That's right. He was still wearing much of his clothing. With a shrug of a shoulder, he extends his tentacles around to search for towels or... anything, really. Even a curtain would do to soak up some of the water weighing down his pants. ] Such is the nature of my curse here in Hell. When you are cursed to need sex during a semi-regular event, one learns how to do it properly and efficiently so that there is as little of a headache as possible during those times.

[ Suddenly, the water soaking him and the remnants of their sexual activities clinging to him was wiped away with a wave of a hand and the most deadpan 'ta-da' he's heard since Husk last showed off a card trick. ] Well. That is quite handy, isn't it? [ Well, at least now he could comfortably lead them to the king's bed. Given the way he was being clung to, he can only imagine it signaled one thing and well... given his inclination towards after care, he might as well give in to the silent request. ]

I do hope you keep your chambers locked. I do not think we want Charlie or any of the others to walk in on us, do we?