Lucifer just looks immensely proud of himself, until Gabriel's hand takes his mind off being completely smug. He shivers, a flicker of something a little more helpless showing through his expression. It's not like he's as practiced in all this as Gabriel. Where would he have found acceptable companions? It was exactly as Gabriel had implied: he'd be much less stressed out if he got laid once in a while.

"It helps." He tipped his head, and two voluptuous women - constructs, of course - were laid out to either side of them. Their hands wandered across Gabriel's chest, stroked his arms.