"Indulge me again, perhaps~?" Frederick chuckled, utterly charmed by how pretty Lucifer looked with that wanting expression on his face. "If I'm to your liking, that is. I will always respect a no," Fred promised, taking Lucifer's hand and kissing the man's knuckles. Those hands had a deceptive hardiness to them from tinkering for so many countless centuries, a hint towards the greater strength and perseverance laying in wait.