Only sometimes? Well, I suppose that's from you simply being accustomed to me. Because really, Lucifer would've driven most people up the wall for his being exactly who he is, with no training wheels. He wasn't going to hide it. If he was going to share space with someone he wasn't going to sleep in masks, even he needed a break. Either Istredd was going to put up with it, or he was going to find a new room.

He stayed.

Well, they both did.

He does, briefly, quirk a smile in response. The small, rare ones. I really do. You wore me out. There you go, Istredd. A parting gift for your smugness. He settles in closer to the mattress, still close, and makes sure the blankets are around himself comfortably.

Don't forget about the glass in the morning.