Why on earth would I do that? Being my bride gives you a veritable 'in', as it were, though, honestly, if I were to ever marry, I may have to flay someone alive if they thought about touching my wife. If only for the principle of the thing. If the devil wants his wife dead, then I'm certain I can do it myself, thank you.

I always did hate the ones who murdered in my name. Makes me feel far too much like Father; sycophants who use someone else as an excuse to do as they please. If you're going to kill someone, have the balls to do it in your own name.

[He was more or less muttering to himself, adjusting his jacket in the mirror before looking over to see her fussing with her necklace. He slipped up behind her, hands moving to the thin chain to adjust it before they rested on her shoulders. He leaned in, face next to hers, eyes meeting hers in her reflection.]

I am enjoying playing at being your other half. Though, you've been failing in your wifely duties. I'll have to give you a demerit for that. Or perhaps a spanking.

[Brows rose in the mirror and he grinned at her, hands sliding down her shoulders along her arms, Lucifer's gaze starting to look a little heated as his eyes skimmed down over the dress she wore.]