Wrath kissed his chest as an answer. Then she leaned against him and grinned. "It's perfect," she said. She still had the marks of torture on her, but she was feeling mostly better. And here she could pretend it had never happened.

"It's so pretty here! Do they have shitloads of food? I feel like shitloads of food." Not necessarily right away, of course. But since being Lucifer's 'guest' her appetite had been enormous and she hated being hungry at all, even for an hour.