Alastors pov

"And with just a pinch of herbs"

"You call that a pinch? You're practically drowning the food in spice!"

Me and Lucifer were cooking together and let's say we're having some creative differences.

"This is how you're supposed to make a quiche" he folded his arms like a pouty child.

"If this is how you've been making quiche then I pity your daughter who's been subjected to this monstrously" I snapped back.

"What's the matter al? Scared of a little spice" he smirked.

"Hardly, I deal with you all the time" I rolled my eyes.

He paused "are-are you flirting with me?" He looked away bashfully.

"No of course not!" I stiffened up at his question, only now taking in what I just said "Now kindly move aside and let me try and salvage whatever is left of this quiche" I turned away so he couldn't see my blushing face.

"G-good idea. I'm going to go check on Charlie" he backed away with a nervous laugh. Once he reached the door he bolted off, leaving an awkward atmosphere behind him.

I rubbed my blushing cheeks angrily. Damn that man. How does he continue to have this affect on me?