"Oh you wouldn't risk me, would you? My protector. I appreciate the effort you've made." He smiles and looks out into the forest, not entirely aware of how far Lucifer's at. Istredd does assume he will wipe off a lot of the gore solely to keep him from getting sick. He's considerate that way, also it would be disgusting for both of them.

He doesn't know that Lucifer is done until he feels him come close and dig his nails into him. His breath catches since he likes feeling Lucifer's nails on him and then he's whispering into his ear. Istredd turns his head slightly toward him when he does, his heart beating faster.

"Yes I did. How else can I trap my archangel without appealing to his tastes?" Bloody, as they've established. Istredd soaks in the affection, leaning back into him. He moves a hand up to hook around Lucifer's neck from this position and into his blonde hair, getting it a little bloodier. He's not inclined to pull out of Lucifer's embrace any time soon.

"You are a menace," he scolds but he is in no way serious. He's smiling.