"You might want to check yourself out in the mirror more carefully in the mornings," Lucifer noted, scraping his sharp-soled boots against Mello's stomach. "You're starting to look under the weather."
He shoved Mello with that single boot, his expression and body language almost...lazy as he wondered what the blonde would slam into. Would he try to twist away and wind up on the floor? On his back or on his stomach? Would he land on the bed, causing it to squeak?
He wondered how much blood he could get out of Mello if he took his time with this.