"Hm, better yes," he murmurs, "but I've always found that a hands-on approach is the best."

One hand skirts over the reaper's stomach, sliding over his hip and winding around to rest low on his spine. It allows the devil to draw his reaper close, his other hand slipping under the jacket and up Mattheiu's chest until he's lazily teasing a nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Wouldn't you agree?"