[His hands lift to guide Temenos to the floor, feeling the tremble under his fingers. Maybe it was good to let Temenos rest for a little bit...

So his eyes flick to the tray left forgotten to the side, the smell of food fighting with the taste of sex, and finding he wants both. He likes both.

May the depths of Devildom curse him if Asmodeus ever caught wind of this.

As Temenos wins the battle with his own clothing, Beelzebub reaches to drag the tray into arms' reach of both of them.]

Would you share it with me? What you made for me?

If this night is for our hunger... I want you to have the energy to keep up.