"What makes you think they're for me? I happen to know your tastes go this way too, and - for the record - those are absolutely my hands touching you. If I had six hands."

His own two were back to wandering, and Lucifer sat back slowly, giving Gabriel room to adjust to the change in position. Considering how much he ached in wonderful new places, it was fair to assume that Gabriel was feeling some of that same abuse.

"You released me from my promise not to hurt you. Aren't you afraid of what I might do any more?"