He had plenty of self control, and it was being very carefully exerted right now. A lesser demon might have already launched themselves across the table to try and grab a fistful of fur or snag a horn in an attempt to bounce the angel's face off the table.

Alastor simply tore off another chunk of his beignet, that unblinking stare still locked on Raphael.

"Then I'd suggest making room in the record books for me."

He's going to do everything in his power to ensure that deal is kept. They're important.

"Don't be so jumpy, friend." Back to nicknames.

"I wouldn't pull anything stupid. You can trust me."