[ Could it be? A hug from little Sandy from the garden?

Look at all of his dreams coming true. ]

Oh? Is this confidence new? It looks quite good on you, Sandy.

[ He cocks his head to the side as he observes him, wondering if perhaps Sandalphon had gotten accustomed to the weight of the wings on his back. It's unusual to see him use his words instead of his fists, but they are in a foreign land. Even Sandy must have some self-preservation instincts.

Around him, the scientists urge him to extend his arm, working over the muscle, while another snatches a hair from his head. ]

But as much as I would love to taste Lucifer's sloppy seconds, I'm afraid that'll have to wait for now. Maybe tonight? Wear something cute.