There are no complaints from the reaper as he encourages the kiss on. He freely gives his hand over, stroking the back of Lucifer's with the pad of his thumb. This was far more than he could have ever thought possible to happen ever let alone now.

"I've been called worse," he muses, shrugging. "I love you too."

His free hand comes up in time to prevent the jacket from slipping off his shoulders. Downside of trying to play it cool. The warmth surging from it gives enough proof of the enchantments working. "You know this is supposed to be on you, right?"