Each touch he offers her is delicious, seductive, and she knows he intends it that way. She knows that this is a game, now, and she is a piece in it, the way that Lucifer is across the room with eyes that seem to burn into them. There's something strange, there's something exciting about it, a new novelty that has her skin prickling, and she licks her lips.

Her tongue flicks over his thumb, her careful gaze moving from Lucifer to Armand, not knowing where to look or what to do, even bared like this, flushed and wanton on his lap.

"He has had me before. I see no reason for such envy," Lauralae swallows, leaning into the man behind her all the more, letting herself push up into his touch. She yearns for it, for the pleasure she knows that he can give her. "And I am here now, with you. My attention is yours."