Lucifer is much of a same mind. The bed, the apartment, everything clicks back into place, even the lights come back on--everywhere but with them. In the bedroom only the illumination of the streetlights stays with them, and Lucifer's fingers slither down Gabriel's thighs, urging him to wrap his legs around him.

"I can't hurt you, Gabriel. Not even a little." Not even as much as was necessary. "Not until you release me from my promise. Release me, Gabriel."