If only Lucifer knew the other angel was finally understanding. However, he doesn't have the mind for any of those thoughts right now. All of his senses are locked on the angel drifting toward him. Lucifer had always found creation beautiful, all of it, but this was different. He couldn't place it other than relate it to the rightness he felt when he first stepped into creation, separating the dark with his own light. There was a rightness to the touch of the angel as it wrapped around him.

Lucifer wasn't as solid, more energy than matter. In Balthazar's embrace he flows in to fill up the space around the wings, between the feathers, yearning to touch every part of the angel. This kind of closeness, that he couldn't get when he masqueraded in a more mortal form, lead to some of his extreme lust. There was always need for a closeness just out of his reach, though touching and blending Graces relieved some of it.

The brightness of Lucifer sighs with the contact, content and calm for once. He slowly brightens allowing more of his presence to show through. With the light comes more warmth and a pulse of emotion. Contact with Balthazar's true form solidified the intense love and devotion Lucifer already felt. And then his essence simply started to flow, moving and fluttering against the other angel. It's not quite sexual but sensual and erotic. He just hangs there, pressing as close as he can to Balthazar. Cursed with the sins as he was the mortal yearnings attached to them didn't fade with the shedding if his mortal form.