Eventually, Michael’s hand found Lucifer’s waist, and he held it loosely at first, as if only meaning to steady the other. Then, he fingered the chains of jewels there, as they spoke, to each other and to the guests. Timid until his grip grew a little tighter, confident — tugged Lucifer just slightly closer to him. And loudly, grinning dignified, he said to a stranger, “Oh, and look at this fine angel I found on my way back. He was sleeping between some blue stars, over a crescent moon. He’s quite beautiful, isn’t he?”
