"Good, it would be such a terrible thing if you were to forget," he teases, letting Mattheiu curl closer. One hand strays down to run across smooth scales, and he finds himself tracing small patterns against the brilliant green with interest. His attention is pulled away, however, when his reaper pulls him into a kiss and when the man pulls away Lucifer tuts under his breath.

"Tease," he chides, though he himself is teasing right back.