What Lazar touched his head, he cringed into himself, terrified of his touch but unable to actually escape it. There was no option but he accept the touch. He belonged to Lazar and all resisting ever got him was misery and pain. This was better. Lazar was good to him if he was a good boy.

Raphael shook his head. He never dealt with demons much, that was Luci's jam, not his. All he knew was every demon was scum but some were different brands of scum. Some human, some angel, some creations.

He wanted to be a good boy, avoid getting hurt so he just tried his best to stay quiet and stay out of his way. He only spoke if Lazar insisted. If he spoke out of turn, his lips would be sewn and he hated that every time.