[ Squalo grins, settling back down with his head against Satan's shoulder and draws a fingertip playfully across his chest. ]

Much better.

[ He is feeling very comfortable at the moment. He has to wonder if the whole divine thing has something to do with it. Or maybe it's the millenia of experience. Or the wine. ]

Mm, that would be nice. [ He laughs and flicks Lucifer lightly. ] And you can just magic me to my room later to avoid morning awkwardness, right?