If he wanted to be The Worst of Santa's Reindeer, that's his prerogative.

Lucifer idly picked a bit of lint off of his coat. Didn't Alastor have somewhere to be? Literally anywhere else?

"Got any more short jokes in ya? I don't feel like you've told me all of them yet." He paused and peered through a shop window. Hmm... maybe this was a place to check out later. Once he shook this jackass and got some peace, anyway.