I'll let you know, he confirms. No panic tapping Istredd out. He promised that much, he'd hold to it. At the moment he doesn't see a break-off point, but he doesn't know this body. Doesn't know where one nerve ends and another begins, doesn't know what might just overwhelm all aspects that are part of him. Jeff's form was hardly oversensitive, but he was in a regular relationship.

It's been awhile for this form, and what might be just fine for Lucifer might not fly so well for his skin.

Vessels make everything complicated, it'd make his life so much easier if he could do this in his true form. But aside from burning out Istredd's very attractive eyes, if he could actually shirk this vessel he'd probably destroy it permanently and not be able to be contained nor would he be a Reasonable Size.

But that's neither here nor there. Things he can't achieve, it's fine. He'll cope, or he won't.

He meets Istredd with the same fire, finally getting more than just the taste from the start of the night, finally leaning into the play he made with their dance. He didn't think he needed it. This whole perfectly-fit clothing comes with problems, Istredd, and I don't only mean how good it looked.

If he ruins Natasha's fine work she is going to find a way to murder him. But simply popping the buttons of Istredd's vest open he knows losing a few layers isn't going to be easy. And this is from Lucifer, who is nicely bound in the tight outfit. But he bought this.

No one's going to kill him if he ruins it and it'll be worth it.