"A guy like this? Not hard." He moved his foot off Aleister's neck and stood back, waiting for Aleister to look up. When he didn't, he kicked him in the ribs. "Hey, up. Get up and look at your master."

Aleister scrambled up, his ribs aching as he looked up at Lucifer. Oh good, the new king of hell got his boyfriend involved. Wasn't that just the look he needed.

"You're going to answer everything your master asks, aren't you? Or are you a bad puppy?"

"No, I will answer." Aleister found it a very easy question to answer.

"So a good puppy. Say it."

Aleister cringed into himself, his displeasure obvious. "I'm a good... puppy."