"Hey," he said again. Gecko felt the little flutter in his chest that he'd been feeling the other night, when they'd made spaghetti and then burned his dismembered body parts. Daphne actually seemed happy to see him, not let down at all. Even after Lucifer had greeted her at the door.
"Oh, good. I have a distinct lack of booty," he couldn't help but joke, with a smile that was half bashful, half flirtatious, all awkward.
He moved up to her but stopped just shy of actually doing anything brave like hugging her or doing the smooth cheek kiss as a greeting thing that some dudes could just get away with.