"Would you prefer I stood tense and awkward just inside the door?" But Lucifer resolutely hauled himself up into a seated position to look up at Sam. Remarkable, strong, attractive Sam.

Elbows resting on his knees, he shifted to look over at Sam. Tense and unsure, never as confident as he should be. Sam was the reason that he'd survived being stripped of his grace. He'd taken him in when what he should have done was killed him on the spot.

Lucifer would never love humans as his family did. But thanks to Sam, he tolerated them. Respected them. He could live among them.

"I've never lied to you Sam. I'm not now. I want this, I want you."