Lucifer, with his expert, suave, demeanour, decidedly does not make an indignant noise when his comfortable sprawl atop the Hunter is so rudely interrupted. He'd been comfortable and now Mattheiu was depriving him of the delicious physical contact that he'd been enjoying? Guardians could be so cruel!
But for all the dramatics playing about in his head, Lucifer is quick to realize that no, he hasn't been abandoned to freeze to death in this new flesh-form. Instead, Mattheiu is pulling him in, wrapping something around the both of them that helps to keep that delicious warmth trapped. It's almost luxurious, the way that the heat radiating from the man's body seems to wash over Lucifer, and he makes a pleased noise in return. It's decidedly different in this form, human throats weren't meant to replicate the rolling purrs of an Ahamkara's deep rumble, but its a sound that's unmistakenably both satisfied and smug all in one.
Fingers dance across his scalp, winding in- no it's not his frills, it's hair now, but it feels wonderful all the same. With a slight stretch and pop of his neck, he leans into the touch almost lazily, all but radiating his approval.
"Or," comes the distracted reply, "this is a place that we can stay."
The allure of visiting other worlds, of seeing other things, of not being alone, had drawn him aboard the ship initially. Now? Now, in this smaller human suit, Lucifer finds that he's quite content to laze about and soak in Mattheiu's comfort.
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But for all the dramatics playing about in his head, Lucifer is quick to realize that no, he hasn't been abandoned to freeze to death in this new flesh-form. Instead, Mattheiu is pulling him in, wrapping something around the both of them that helps to keep that delicious warmth trapped. It's almost luxurious, the way that the heat radiating from the man's body seems to wash over Lucifer, and he makes a pleased noise in return. It's decidedly different in this form, human throats weren't meant to replicate the rolling purrs of an Ahamkara's deep rumble, but its a sound that's unmistakenably both satisfied and smug all in one.
Fingers dance across his scalp, winding in- no it's not his frills, it's hair now, but it feels wonderful all the same. With a slight stretch and pop of his neck, he leans into the touch almost lazily, all but radiating his approval.
"Or," comes the distracted reply, "this is a place that we can stay."
The allure of visiting other worlds, of seeing other things, of not being alone, had drawn him aboard the ship initially. Now? Now, in this smaller human suit, Lucifer finds that he's quite content to laze about and soak in Mattheiu's comfort.