"Do you have a high pain tolerance?" A bit of a sudden question coming from Lucifer, his tone alarmingly casual as he examines his claws. He seemed to be in a bit of a mood, as evidenced by his horns pressing against the skin of his forehead not yet breaking through, and his tail now long and thumping against the floor. Best answer carefully now, Alastor.
"Wanna discover how high it goes?"
Oh. Oh.
Alastor wasn't quite expecting that bit of questioning, let alone the tone Lucifer had with it. The fallen angel's body language was also telling, horns already forming that idle tail scraping the floor. Whatever he had in mind seemed to be nefarious, and that flat causality in which he spoke was downright dangerous.
But intriguing, in spite of himself.
"My.....tolerance is quite high," he said quietly, but confidently. There wasn't much that could deter him. Or hurt him. In fact, it was quite the opposite sensation. "What......did you have in mind, Lu?"
