She could accept it. But she didn't have to like it. She doubted she ever would. She almost sulked as she sat next to him. With a little grunt she gave him a forced glare as he ruffled her hair. "Be nice." She demanded. To enforce the demand she took his hand and put it on top of her head. She wanted to be petted.
A soft yawn parted her lips. Between the stress of Lucifer and taking care of Logan, she hadn't had much sleep. Something she had grown quite used too, and enjoyed a great deal, especially with Gabriel. It didn't show on her face. As the true effects of fatigue did not plague her system, it was one of the pluses to not having a fully coated skeletal system. But the fact that she was indeed weary, was one reason she had remained on her feet. So long as she moved, kept busy, she did not feel it.