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"For messages and whatnot."

I read 'excuses from the Morningstar' in that.

Complicated how? More childbirth?

No.

[Alarmingly succinct for such a verbose little peacock.]

All right, don't tell me. Martyr is what you accused me of but you seem to do better.

[Trying to prod Lucifer into it? Nope, never. Why would someone say that?]

You're a terrible liar. Just thought you should know.

I can't make you tell me what's got your tail in a knot. Reverse psychology must not work on the Lightbringer.

Likely not. Look at that, I'm immune to SOMETHING.

Using humour to deflect is more my game, but I'll let you tell me if and when you're ready. Until then, I've got a nice bed to enjoy.

Do that. Get all nice and snuggly. Hope you don't mind that I sprawled naked on it after delivery. Smells like me.

So that's what the scent is that makes me have to take myself in hand. Good to know.

Cheeky. That preference of yours is starting to show, John. Careful, otherwise your other me might get jealous.

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text - nothing like laying a bed Luci got him each night thinking that.

Text - Just admit it, John. You're going to be happy about the sexy dove

Text - that bed might get used for more than passing out on.

Text - Careful, John. Someone might have fun.

text - Someone else might get a repeat invite

Text - John might enjoy himself enough to try to make it a thing.

text - He might if Lucifer can perform up to expectations

Text - Rude, John. So rude.

text - the rudeness has just begun

Text - Should change your name to Rudy.