The offer is immediately taken, and Lucifer scurries up the Hunter's arm without any pretence. Tiny claws dig into Mattheiu's armor, and a tail winds its way around his arm for stability as the ahamkara climbs. When Lucifer finally finds a comfortable position, burrowed into the man's hood and draped across his shoulders of course, he lets himself flop down with a contented huff. This is warm, he's a fan of the warmth, and it's actually quite comfortable. He could get used to being carried around like this.

You are ever so kind.