The Infernal Serpent

Fortunately, Balthazar is anything but reticent about physical contact. He gives a little sputter of surprise at the hug, but chuckles and returns it, with an added embrace of wings. He's quite fond of Belial and Aziraphale and Crowley, too, but there's something a bit more familiar about this particular young angel; familiar, and uncomplicated. "Well, I don't mind you adopting me," he says. "I suppose I'll adapt to each of the members of your court and family as they come."

It's kind of exciting, if he doesn't let himself get worried or intimidated.

"You played on the swings without me?" Sad face. It's only a joke, though, and he breaks into a grin a second later. "Right. Once Lucifer's up and ready to do things, we ought to all go somewhere fun. Coney Island's gone again, unfortunately, but I'm sure we can find an aquarium or a state fair or a trampoline park or something."

Between Balthazar's determination to experience things, and Azazael's tendency toward play, Lucifer may end up being the one in over his head, at least where field trips are concerned.

"I'm not sure about the Nexus," he says. "I can't walk my world's Earth without a vessel. My true form is a wheel of eyes and fire and it's quite large--well, not as big as some, Cassi's the size of a skyscraper--but I'd do too much damage to the landscape. Also it's Forbidden in a big way. Even Michael can't circumvent the rule."

"Besides...if you let it, being within a vessel teaches you a lot. At this point, if I did leave him, he would have to agree to let me back. Which I think he would, but, you know, I'd have to test the waters carefully. If I left him and found out my true form was burning down the Plaza and he didn't want me back, that would be awkward."