"You just can't help but make it fancy, can you," Duke said, giving Lucifer a fond smile. He looked him over a moment longer, then rolled all the way onto his stomach, resting his head on his arms so he could keep looking at the Devil. "It's a good sign, you know. If I'm thinking about that big old mess, I'm not obsessing over all the memories the pollen dragged up. Or wondering if how hot you look all sleep-rumpled is just a side effect of that stupid island."