"And what marvelous things come from the Devil, in that case - making humans want for creativity, daring, and adventure," Frederick chuckled. The hand on his lapel was a balm on a man chilled by loneliness. One that Lucifer understood, now, in his own way. Right?

Frederick's arm slid down from the back of the seat to resting on Lucifer's shoulders, holding him close as he grinned with a devious mirth.

"Only a coward would fear that boldness~"