The Infernal Serpent

Balthazar wouldn't even be able to use Levi's soul without his consent, which makes it trickier, but if it's not necessary, so much the better. He has to hope the sheer age and power of this particular angel make him better able to heal himself.

But Balthazar can help. In a minute. The ripple and flow of his Grace over Lucifer's continues to soothe the pain, but his hands are busy undoing fastenings and easing the armor off of his patient. He blinks at the joke, then laughs, letting his true voice ring softly with the mirth, guessing that Lucifer will find it pleasant to hear.

"Tell you what, you heal up a bit and then we'll put everything back on and do it properly, with music and champagne."

He sets things aside piece by piece, arranging them neatly on the floor, then takes one of the towels and presses it carefully over the shoulder wound. "Try not to faint, love, all right? Easier if you can stay awake and move around until I've got you cleaned up."