"I always want you around me period." Lucifer rolld on his back, wincing slightly as another wound closed. "Then we shall go by your schedule. When are you free?"
"Today and on Sunday. It’s the Lord’s Sabbath Day." He shrugs a bit, "To your room? I’ve no spare clothes to change into."
"Father knows I have a tendency to work on his day." He stood up, picking up their scattered weapons, walked over to the display case to put them up. "I have some clothes you can borrow. They’ll be a bit big on you, but they’ll do in a pinch."
“It was a joke.” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes before snorting, “Everyone’s clothes are bigger than me. Bloody hell.”