Shaddup. He's already gathering Istredd into his arms--partially out of rapidly becoming cool, partially because he doesn't know what to do with his hands now--despite the difficulty of it. Awkward angles and long limbs and Lucifer's catching-up breaths.

Istredd's lucky with how much Lucifer likes him that he lets him have his smugness instead of shoving it all under the shard-covered rug. Though there is a level of impressiveness at the fact Istredd was still able to throw up a shield. He'd have used his wings if he hadn't been so out of it.

You know we're likely going to have to pay for that?

We. They're both at fault. Istredd may as well have lit the fuse.

But you clearly need better partners if that's a first.

And Lucifer clearly needs to come to terms with a new issue. Well. Not new. It was there the first time they joined minds, but he had enough cognizance to stop it. It really only makes sense that it'd be ringing there the first time they joined bodies and that he wasn't able to stop it this time, under the circumstances.

The shards are a later problem.

He drops his mental voice low, warm. His oversensitivity hasn't faded and he's highly charged up despite the escape of power. What do you need?