Lucifer grinned flirtatiously. "What kind of sinner would I be if I refrained from spoiling a beautiful angel?"

Lucifer, though still frightened by his feelings, was used to being like a tempest. He never experienced anything slowly or at a reasonable intensity. Everything was at a fever pitch, and so lent itself to throwing himself headlong into situations. The intensity of his emotions and loyalty left little room for moderation.

"I will bring wine when I return." Lucifer says leaning in to the angel curled up beside him.