Istredd takes that in with a sigh and then shrugs. "I don't actually care, now that I think of it. I'm glad you're mine and everyone can know it." He may be a little prudish in some ways, and not openly talking about sex, but they can mind their own business. If he really cared, he wouldn't have so openly devoured Lucifer with his eyes all night. It's the worst kept secret at this point.

"I know it's not just a you problem." Istredd reassures him, his intentions genuine. They're both at fault for the lack of communication. Istredd's the one who has been keeping secrets from him for months, after all. Maybe for good reasons, fear is always a great motivator, but he's the dishonest one.

Like that. That makes him internally want to cringe. No. Istredd closes his eyes, running fingers along Lucifer's side, not looking at him intentionally. Right away calling me out, hmmm? He smiles wryly.

"Alright, let's just ... talk about the Yennefer situation." Because that's what part of this really is about. "I didn't want to talk about Kyle because I understand it's very irrational for me to get jealous of anyone touching you, when sometimes you may have to share me with her." Istredd hates that. He hates being irrational and illogical, and jealousy is only that.