"Well," she said after the kiss and a soft, contented hum that followed quickly after. "As nice as it is to have someone I respect realize that I am not just an incredibly gorgeous face, let's not go so far as to say that there was no reason for you to worry. He did put his hands on me, but it was temporary and easily healed. And perhaps if I had been alone things might not have gone in my favor. But I know my limits, I have been living with them for a very long time. If I seriously thought there was a chance that something horrible would happen to me, something I couldn't recover from, I would not have involved myself. As much as I hate the word, I do have a great deal of faith in Azrael, he has yet to let me down. I knew I could count on him, and I knew I could call Gabriel if things went truly bad."
Crowley had been out of it by that point. She wasn't about to even consider calling him while he was still weak. Michael's help or not, she didn't like the idea of taking chances with his life.
But that was all more words wasted on Lucifer than he'd ever deserved and she didn't want to spend their time together talking about him. It made sense to her, getting over everything she'd seen in his mind would be easier if she didn't keep talking about him and that time they'd spent in Limbo. She kissed him again, this one warmer and more playful while her long nails traced invisible patterns on the nape of his neck. Sure, she could have forced the general mood in a much lighter direction but she didn't like tampering with someone she cared for. The kiss, touches and the sweet smile she gave him when she sat back a little would have to be enough. That and the subject change.
"But none of those three are the archangel you really want to talk about, huh, handsome? You had to aim high. King of Hell wants the Prince of Heaven. It would make a fantastic period drama. Actually, I'm fairly certain it's a porn, and a hentai, and probably several of those bodice rippers with Fabio on the cover." Dite liked to think of herself as genre savvy, or that she at least had the ability to learn from her mistakes. This didn't count though, she was largely sure. This wasn't getting Dido under Aeneas and possibly putting her whole dream of Rome in danger. This was making someone she loved happy, even if it did run the risk of her being the one to lose. It was completely different this time. "Love the ambition as always."