This is all very new to Balthazar. The idea that he could have a love, and keep it, is extraordinary, and he has nothing to compare it to in his history. He doesn't especially want to think about other flings he's had, himself; isn't even interested in sleeping with anyone else just now--that might change eventually as he gets more comfortable in this relationship, and he's not trying to tie Lucifer down, but there's just no appeal in it of late. This is home, and he doesn't need anything further right now.
He chuckles at Lucifer's retort. "Probably both. Listen, if you're not careful here, I'll make you do the Lady-and-the-Tramp thing with me with a gummy worm."
The conversation is more important, though. "I thought," he says slowly, softly, "that that was what I wanted. No involvement, no responsibility. But that's not fair to them, is it? Moloch clearly doesn't trust a celestial angel in your midst, and that makes perfect sense knowing your history. I feel fortunate that so many of the rest have welcomed me. But where one angel has an opinion, I'm sure others do. If I'm with you, I have to be with you."
He worries his lip. "Maybe--I hope--that won't involve fights to the death with other angels, and honestly I'm not all that excited to shank God, either, but if you want me to be your equal, they need to know I'm on their side. I can be a weaponsmith, a medic, a comforter, a support. Maybe even a diplomat, but not if I don't know what I'm doing."
"I'm not sure that's what he was getting at, Moloch, calling me your toy, but if I'm not making myself useful, just hanging around for the fun parts of being with you, it's a valid complaint."
"Oh, but don't look at me like that." His fingers curl around Lucifer's, holding onto his hands in return. "I'm not asking for the entire history of Chaos in one night, that would be mad. I just wanted you to know I'm ready to begin."
"...but perhaps you could fill me in a bit more on the feathery little edgelord's history since I've brought him up in the first place?"
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He chuckles at Lucifer's retort. "Probably both. Listen, if you're not careful here, I'll make you do the Lady-and-the-Tramp thing with me with a gummy worm."
The conversation is more important, though. "I thought," he says slowly, softly, "that that was what I wanted. No involvement, no responsibility. But that's not fair to them, is it? Moloch clearly doesn't trust a celestial angel in your midst, and that makes perfect sense knowing your history. I feel fortunate that so many of the rest have welcomed me. But where one angel has an opinion, I'm sure others do. If I'm with you, I have to be with you."
He worries his lip. "Maybe--I hope--that won't involve fights to the death with other angels, and honestly I'm not all that excited to shank God, either, but if you want me to be your equal, they need to know I'm on their side. I can be a weaponsmith, a medic, a comforter, a support. Maybe even a diplomat, but not if I don't know what I'm doing."
"I'm not sure that's what he was getting at, Moloch, calling me your toy, but if I'm not making myself useful, just hanging around for the fun parts of being with you, it's a valid complaint."
"Oh, but don't look at me like that." His fingers curl around Lucifer's, holding onto his hands in return. "I'm not asking for the entire history of Chaos in one night, that would be mad. I just wanted you to know I'm ready to begin."
"...but perhaps you could fill me in a bit more on the feathery little edgelord's history since I've brought him up in the first place?"