(Cuddles, they’re nice, aren’t they? Well, somehow with Belphie they were better than nice. It’s like he was made to cuddle with.)

(He laid beside you with his head on your chest listening to the beating of your heart while you ran a hand through his hair and read a book. Despite his protests of his hair getting messed with, you could tell he liked it. He was practically leaning his head into your hand and trying to get closer.)

(You ask him if he’s happy like this, wanting to make sure he was content with this. Belphie hums a little before shifting so he was looking up at your face.)

Belphagor: So… You want to make me happy..? And then what? What will you do once that’s accomplished…..? Will you leave?