Funny, that.

Lucifer had no wish to let go. Her hold insisted he stay, yet he'd felt starved for so long. Despite who and what he was, this was all he ever wanted: Connection. Security. So he sang his confession, something she knew damn well, but who was he to use words when a song could convey things so much clearer?

"Heheh... I give what I receive: You've got a way of hooking me with just a few words, yourself. And that was before you said my real name."