"Oh, that was for little old me? Well, aren't you a clever boy because that's been in my head since I saw it. When it started to rain and stuck to your chest? I locked myself in the bathroom that night." Lucifer had been furious but he had to jack off, of course he did, he basically saw Bobby's nipples and chest. It was living in his head, rent free, even now.

"My thing?" He had to laugh because it was interesting to think what Bobby assumed was his thing. Fancy talking with a British accent was a thing, he supposed. "I like the way you blush. It goes right to my chest."