This creature should be beyond terrifying and demand the utmost respect yet the purring and head-bumping was more than enough to dispel all of that. Matthieu is certain now that Lucifer had been lonely out there in the wilds. He may be rather brash and obnoxious but the handful of an ahamkara was touch starved. He’s not sure if he’ll be getting his hand back soon.

Curiosity gets the better of him. “Your type as in humans? Huh. Heard about you all shapeshifting but figured there were limitations.”

“It’d be something to see if you ever would allow the chance,” he admits. His palm cupping Lucifer’s jaw so his thumb can better rub the cheek ridge before going behind a frill.