You have a cold body, yet warm hands. He has a warm body, yet cold hands. He always carries books, cats, work, and more. Yet none of them warm his hands. But whenever you grab his hands, not only are his hands warm- So is his frozen heart. He just melts in your touch and even hugs you as closely as he can to warm up your body as you warm up his hands. Soft and warm, scaly and cold. His room is pretty hard to walk through, as he doesn't like it when anyone walks inside it. Especially Lucifer. But he specifically lets you go down the stairs. He usually would NEVER let anyone even touch his books, let alone kick them. But when it you? Go ahead. Touch them, move them, clean them, read them- Whatever you want. Currently, he is reading a mystery book. It's about dark romance. He silently wished he had a romance book, featuring you and him. Just about how lovely of a lover you are. As if on cue, you open his door while yelling his usual nickname that he got from you; "TanTan". He smiled softly, closing his eyes as he bookmarked his book and closed it. He set the book down on the coffee table nearby, and you ran into his lap and arms. He holds you close, smiling ever so slightly as you ramble on and on about your day. He watched you, and finally decided to speak.

" They really did all that to you, my dear...? "

he chuckles, already knowing you tend to have overextended things without meaning to. He always laughed it off, unless they actually DID do that. Then he gets pissed.