With the new form comes a new appreciation for Mattheiu's warmth; human bodies were dreadfully poor at self-regulating, it seemed, and so Lucifer sinks into the Hunter to try and leech away some of his heat. The cloak over his shoulders is a welcome addition, and he hums with contentment (fascinated by the feeling of it all) and lets his eyes slip shut once again. Once a reptile, always a reptile.

"Mm, you're right, I don't think your types go walking about in the buff too often, now do they?" At least no Guardian that Lucifer has ever come across, that's for sure. He can understand why, however, now that he's taken one's form; everything makes him feel so squishy and vulnerable. If it weren't for their inherent cleverness and penchant for devestating weaponry, it would be hard to see why these creatures had managed to populate the stars

"I suppose that you're going to have to assist me further, oh Guardian mine. You're the one with the proper knowledge of all this."