Gecko breathed a sigh, or maybe it was more like a huff. "It doesn't matter what we're doing. Being around her," he trailed off as he found Lucifer was right. He was fussing. Antsy. He sighed and moved away from his dresser to face Lucifer a bit more head on.
He had no plans. He was going to just... hang around. Gecko could feel his stomach sink.
"Lucifer," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Say you invite someone to dinner and on one plate, you've got a steak'ums - you know, that thin scraggly frozen meat that you slap on a sandwich. And maybe your dinner partner came over thinking they were fine with that," he said. "But then you've got an amazingly cooked, perfectly prepared filet mignon next to it. Meat so good it'll melt in your mouth like butter."
He gestured at Lucifer.
"Do you think your dinner partner is still going to be happy with the steak'um?"