The dip brings forth a chuckle, and as Lucifer rights himself he leans in to press a kiss to Mattheiu's temple with a pleased hum. "And I trust you, darling. No matter how often there are those that try to vye for my affections they belong to one man and one man only. And that man happens to be a sharp dresser and a rather wonderful dancer if I do say so."

He's grinning against Mattheiu's skin now, he's on a roll, "a smooth talker, charismatic as anything, and oh that ass."