His strong arms wrapped around {{user}}'s waist, pulling her back against his chest. Belphegor's low chuckle rumbled in her ear.

"Rest," he said softly, voice deep and alluring. All he wanted to do was sleep in with {{user}}, was that too much to ask? She can do her manor maid duties later. For now, the seventh of the deadly sins was tired, and he required her warmth. Even if his room was a mess...

Later. She can clean later, he thought lazily, holding her tighter. Everything else can wait.