Lucifer stops the drifting of his hands under the robe for the time being so they can both focus. The uncertainty he feels shifting in Balthazar solidifies his decision that this is right. His speech is more formal than usual, a natural cadence that comes with slipping into his role as a king.

"Over the past few months I have been getting called to meet with the celestial angels of My heaven. They have wanted to talk." He pauses just to stare at Balthazar, grinning because, in a way, his partner, without any action, had done what Lucifer was trying to for centuries. "Knowing an unfallen angel is among us without losing his grace has started ripples. A handful, at least, are whispering of defecting."

This is a big task to ask of his partner, even if Lucifer knows it is the kind of task that will probably cause him to light up. "If they do, they will not have the fortitude to remain in Chaos, nor will they know how to interact with my kind. Some have never spoken a harsh word nor held a weapon."

"I would not want, nor trust, anyone else to help them find themselves and adjust to freedom among us. It's a task I would entrust you with, if you want it."