It was disconcerting, feeling gentle, almost kind touches, paired with such horrible words. Iestyn watched Lucifer, eyes wide, hands tense by his sides. "I'm not disgusting," he whispered weakly, but he didn't sound sure. It was taking a little while, and he hoped Lucifer would give up before his body betrayed him, but he could feel a slow build, no matter how hard he tried to repress it.