"I'm only the third prettiest in the garrison," he says with moderately false modesty. In point of fact he's not sure anyone ranked angels by beauty in his garrison, and he's not sure where he'd fall if they had, but he'd put Anna and Cas both ahead of him if he were doing it.

These things are subjective, anyway, though, and affection always makes a person ten times more beautiful.

He slips an arm around Lucifer's waist, beneath the wings, and closes his eyes peacefully. "Then I'll give you wine-flavored kisses until we're both drunk on it."