Aleister grimaced, against his better judgement, eying up the way he slammed his fingers into the bars. He was just waiting for a chance to get out. Well, he wasn't about to let that happen. Not as long as he was king. "I'm not tired, I'm working hard. Managing chaos, as always. You wouldn't understand what it actually means to rule, you don't have it in your blood."

Not that he did but he liked to think he had it more than Lucifer. "Some of us are born to sit on the throne and rule. Some of us are just -- pathetic yapping dogs trying to get attention. By, you know, playing stupid, loud music in a vain attempt to steal focus."