"I did work very hard on making it presentable." She gave a playful pout. The altar had been for show, the only thing needed for the seal being herself and Sam. It didn't matter anymore if was defiled, in fact, it became even more appealing. Crowley pushing away the toys of her pantomime and dominating it all, as he did with everything in her life.

Even as he spoke to her, she realized how much the prospect of his power aroused her. She wasn't used to others taking charge and controlling her. Any who tried were destroyed or given to Alastair to play with. But Crowley, now a King, was the only one who could do it properly.

And she wanted him to.

In all of her demonic life, she had never had a strong hand take charge and make her submissive. Lucifer was long absent and Azazeal on the surface. It had only been her. Now to have Crowley force her to her knees, it was intoxicating.

"For once darling, I didn't plan on this." Lilith said, not sure how he came to her dreams, but not about to complain. "If you are King, and I am no longer giving orders, does that make me the concubine?" She grinned at the idea. "Shall I call you 'master' and rub your feet at night among perfumed sheets and wine?"