Lucifer understood that hope, and despite how important this moment was - how perfect and fragile and theirs it was, he couldn't help but think that in some regards this was all Samandriel's fault.
It was a good fault - completely positive - but still Samandriel's.
They'd been not saying it for some time now. "You know." and "Yes, I am very fond of you, also." types of words. They'd both known what the other meant. But hearing it really was something different. Something more.
"I know," he said kindly, tone gentle and nearly a caress of it's own -- telling of the fact that he knew that had been difficult for Dean. "Likewise, you have my love, Dean." No point in not saying it, not after such efforts.