“Oh I know,” Matthieu assures, tilting his head to the side so to raise a him. Such compliments were wonderful but he gets the nagging feeling that Lucifer is doing it for some reason. Perhaps to keep the reaper’s nerves down with all the sweet talk.

He waits for him to finish before nodding, “that’s quite the list you’ve got. Also might want to only want do some sonnets if you do. Do too many and it’s only because you like hearing your own voice and not the subject.”