"She was the last." There's a little grief in his voice, in his eyes, but he's easily distracted by the touch. "You've indulged me so much further than I expected, you know. I thought you might come to collect me for good after Morgana was destroyed. A few years of relative peace was a great gift."

They're close, and he can feel warmth from his master's skin, but he resists closing his eyes, drinking in the blur of color and light inches away from his face. "I did. But I knew you'd come back for me. I could have called. I'm...pretty good at waiting."

He gives up on sight at the feel of the kiss, moaning faintly and shutting his eyes. It feels even better than the last, and, free of the teacup, his hands reach up to curl around Lucifer's shoulders.