“Lucifer.” “Yes, Michael?” He let his head fall, allowed some discomfort to creep onto the surface of himself once more, as his fellow angel sat at his side. They were back to how they had been minutes ago. “You’re so ashamed of yourself.” Lucifer blinked, wondering if his emotions were really that noticeable, getting angry at himself for it, for definitely irritating the prince. “I don’t see why. If I could, I’d praise you the way that you need, but I can’t, so instead I’ll tell you to enjoy your beauty.”
