Honestly Lucifer should've expected Istredd to be maudlin.

Comes with the gig.

Istredd can no doubt feel Lucifer's appreciative eyes watching him. He's settled back on the ground, maneuvering the large swatch of cut hide, pulling out cord from his side pack and tightly wrapping the material together so that he'll be able to secure it on his back.

Gotta keep his hands free, after all.

But that is familiar motion, easy to not even watch his own hands work. He does not take his hyper-focused attention from Istredd, and he'll only step in if he thinks Istredd needs a hand, but he doubts he will. Istredd will resort to magic if he gets in a pinch.

I'd kiss you for this, he says easily, finishing the last twist of cord, but I wouldn't want to get you covered in blood.

...... Okay he might want that, but Istredd would definitely not.

I know I said it'd be interesting to see what we'd be like together, but you are awfully distracting.