Haw? I just said I wouldn't be a good father! I don't plan on letting go of Gehenna's reins any time soon.

[...What'd he say to piss Wriothesley off? Satan furrows his brows enough to crease the cross on his forehead, but he nudges his empty cup forward all the same.] ...Hit me.

--wait, is it better with the cream? Lemme try.

[and

he leans bodily over the table to just dip his tongue in Wriothesley's cup like a fucking cat, humming as he mulls over the taste.] ...Not bad. Haven't had it with cream before, but I'll tell Sitri to try it when I get home.