It should be terrifying what with him trapped within coils once more but after the last bout he's admittedly unfazed. If he was being honest, the dark scales brushing against his and the enveloping warmth is wonderful as it is soothing. Almost as though he belonged there and nowhere else.

He takes up one of Lucifer's hands, bringing it up to press a gentle kiss. "I don't know if you do anymore," he says. Looking up at him, Matthieu wraps his head around everything and how things shifted. "Kind of...like this. Sharing this with you. So neither of us has to be the sole one affected."

A brief laugh. "Maybe call it an improvement."