Wow, lucky me, he laughs too. His breath felt in a little puff by Lucifer's skin, but Lucifer can feel that he's not being sarcastic. He can actually see the appeal. He is very good at getting what he wants with Lucifer, eventually. He's wormed his way into his life, into his heart, into his bed. He takes what he wants from him every day. Affection and friendship and Lucifer's own brand of adoration, different from his. Istredd takes and takes and never stops wanting it all.

Istredd pauses when Lucifer reaches down to touch his chin, his eyes locked on Lucifer's face, his grin. He's said before that it is the details that are Lucifer he's attracted to. The way he grins, croons, lies out like a cat demanding attention, it's all him. It's what makes this body appealing; Istredd is surrounded by attractive people all day every day. None of them do it for him. He has a very specific taste.

"The best there's ever been? At fiddling, maybe."

Istredd can be fast and graceful too sometimes, when he's in his element, and usually between these sheets, he is. He climbs back up Lucifer's body, more snakelike than feline in that movement, and nuzzles their noses together. His kiss then is gentle, chaste, a contrast to everything else they're doing.

"Why don't you sing me a verse about what you do want?"