“It’s quite simple, really.” Alastor widened his ever-so-present grin as leaned back in his leather arm chair, his gaze relaxed and unfazed, despite sitting before the king of Hell himself. As Lucifer warily watched the grinning demon play with his cane, his fists tightened at his sides.

“I assure you, Charlie will be under no harm, despite the deal she made with me, Your Highness..” Alastor resumed, chuckling at the sight of Lucifer himself acting unsettled before him. He hummed softly, getting up from his chair smoothly and taking a few steps from his desk to circle around Lucifer.

“But all I ask in return..” He grinned, stopping right behind Lucifer, a glint in his eyes as he watched the King of Hell shiver at the close proximity. As he let his breath brush against Lucifer’s skin, Alastair slid a hand over his shoulder, slipping his fingers under the lapels of his suit, letting his tone turn darker and more.. playful. “Is that you fully.. and wholly.. belong to me.”