Feeling her touch mingle with his own, Lucifer closed his eyes and leaned into her. He was gentle with it considering Teagan was a lot smaller than him, but he did not pull away. His black fur mingled with hers, the stands soft against his flesh. He enjoyed her gentleness, even if he was honestly never truly capable of giving the same. He might be soft in moments like these, but his natural nature was a lot more callous and dark. He wasn't a good man, never would be. However, for Teagan, he would make sure to keep the monster at bay. She was too kind, too sweet, and he found himself not wanting to ruin her anymore than he possibly already has.

When they both pull back a touch, he listens to her words as a smile lines his white dusted lips. With the scars that lined his frame, the few that marked his face were not surprising. Their little flecks of scar turned white hair added a bit more character to the man. It was a nice change from what he had once been, even if he did hate it. He used to be solid black, dark as onyx, with no light on him. Now, his frame was dusted with their fine strands.

“I can find something other than flowers.” He softly rumbles, his tone a bit deeper as he leans into her nip, his head lowering as he bent his knees, offering her a bit of an easier route as he leans his head against her shoulder if she allows. His tail softly flicks at his back as well, dusting away any flies that could possibly come around to bother them. In this moment of peace, Lucifer let his eyes close once more, absorbing any and all touch that Teagan could lay upon his thick skin.