"Is that what you picture me as? A vessel of knowledge?" Istredd laughs quietly and he's learned the biting from Lucifer. He's never actually had this much freedom with someone. His lovers in the years between Yennefer and now did want it, but he couldn't let down his guard. There is no guard left when it comes to Lucifer. They're practically in each other's veins at this point, the psychic bond good as.

Istredd puts his hands down on top of Lucifer's on his ribs and pulls them off, putting them safely to the side as he sprawls back down. It's not that he has a problem with it, he just knows that they're avoiding a Hayle situation. Or trying to. He hums contently when Lucifer lies down on him instead, putting an arm around his back, petting his hair.

I'm in love with the devil, so I think rather fondly of it. Symbolically, not the other people with the arcana. Certainly not! Considering Cirilla is one of them! What kind of god would you want to be?