He laughs softly at the gentleness of the kiss as much as the tease of jealousy. Maybe he should relent some and accept that he was a source of such frustrations to others. Especially with how wonderful the devil turned out to be as a partner. Charming, considerate...mostly, caring beyond words...

Matthieu however blinks at the next few words. What? Did he hear right? His footwork suffers briefly while his mind scrutinizes and double checks that yes he did hear that. Lucifer loves him. By the gods Lucifer loves him.

He’s left gaping, trying to find his words before just dumbly smiling.