All of the worry that had trickled into his mind is wiped away by the gentleness of the touches. His eyes slipping shut and tilting his head into Lucifer's fingers. His smirk sticking around. "Figure this for sure since you're buried in me."

The kiss draws him in, coaxing him to share the same level of tenderness and care. "I know but I never get tired of being told so," he muses. Leaning in, he presses his forehead against the devil's.