[OMG WATCH THE HORNS. He tries to keep it from being impaled on the tips of his horns and causing pillow fluff to go ever, laughing all the while.] That's a lovely image.

[Also wow way to hit something DEEP WITHIN HIS SUBCONSCIOUS, but he ignores the implications by using the pillow to prop his elbows on.]

No, but that would be something, wouldn't it? [Maybe that's how Lucien feels. He hopes so. If there's anything left of him, he deserves to witness Molly shitting up his existence.] You'd be forever blameless. "Oh no, it's not me. It's just this other arsehole."