Re: In-person: Janus/Lucy
Lucifer watches the easy grace of Janus’ current form with appreciation, even the was the flop onto the couch is more dance than tumble down. Though the demon curls up, Lucifer reaches out to claim a foot, doing away it with any shoe or covering if there is one, and tugs it toward himself, holding it with thumbs a gentle pressure to sole, not even pressing in yet, and long fingers wrapped over top.
“Liar.” It’s an accusation, but at least his tone is warm and he’s almost smiling as he shakes his head. “I look like shit. You can say it.” It’s now that his thumbs start to move, a single slow line up the center of Janus’ foot, only firm enough to avoid tickling.