He had left it all behind, hadn't looked back after leaving hell, had been more annoyed than anything by Amenadiel's presence in Los Angeles, but this... this was different somehow. Gabriel inspired a longing in him, that he knew wasn't of an earthly nature. And his touch on the scars..the memory of demanding Maze cut off his wings on the beach, attempting to sever his connection... and now, here was Gabriel - striking and intriguing and sparking things inside of Lucifer.
Gabriel's hand on his shoulder calmed him a bit. Despite himself, he found himself yearning for more from the other archangel. His hand moved from Gabriel's wrist, sliding up his arm before cupping Gabriel's face.