Every second Furfur spends with Lucifer, the more and more intrigued by him he feels. Neither of them have given out their real names, he's sure of it. They're truncated versions - nicknames - and Furfur has to wonder why. He knows why he did it of course; he's trying to leave his past behind him, but "Lulu?"

There were many things he hated about Avernus, but playing these games of flirtation and desire were not one of them. Hells, he actually missed doing this dance with a fellow Infernal, and he matched Lucifer's touch-starved zing with one of his own.

"Oh, I imagine we can use one of those pretty little metal birds to record something for them," he chuckles with a wink, letting his hands roam over Lucifer's sides and hips with slow strokes. "Name the time, name the date, and name the room, and I'm all yours, lovely Lu."