When I want to be. [Fishing a bit of wrapped saltwater taffy from his pocket that he still has from one of the Christmas gifts given to him this year, Dorian starts to scale the stairs until he reaches Lucifer's level.

Fully expecting the angel will catch it, Dorian lobs one of the tightly-wrapped candies lightly in the direction of the angel's chest.]

And besides. Someone told me that some conversations are too personal and in depth to have over text.