Surprising, that. The Camel worn down to the butt, Vepar pressed it out in a nearby ashtray, then shifted himself so he was curled in against the heat of Beelzebub's body. He wasn't above closeness, even if it made him want to pinch at Beelzebub's skin or twist a nipple, just to see if he'd cry out or at least gasp for him.
"You'll lose all your charm if you stop complaining," he said, teeth nibbling idly at Beelzebub's strong shoulder. He flicked fingers at the demon's rib cage. "But I think I like you like this right now." Stated and somehow his, if only for the night.