Balthazar almost never gets sleepy, but cuddling with a pile of warm, purring fur and feathers is likely to get him as close as he ever is. He laughs at the lick. "Oof, your tongue is rough like this."

He's pleased, though; it's yet another reminder that Lucifer knows and accepts the angel she's partnered with, flaws and preoccupations and all.

"Bailey and Kahlua, then." He kisses behind her ear. "Clearly you're in charge of feeding them for now, what can I help with other than letting them climb on me?"