"My friends call me Elias," Furfur purrs as he turns into Lucifer's touch and kisses his palm, eyes going half-closed in contentment. "But you can always just call me Eli though, if Elias is a bit too much."

A toothy grin and an exaggeratedly suggestive waggle of his eyebrows accompanies the suggestion, and he releases Lucifer's hand in order to place both of his on the demon's hips to emphasize the difference in size between them. And how easy it would be for Furfur to bend him over, should the King of Hell so request.

"And what about you, sweetheart?" he asks in return, giving Lucifer's hips a light squeeze before running his hands up his back. "Unless it's your desire, my mouth won't be full all night."