A lie Valentino's very clearly worried might be true, eyes wide behind his glasses- before his own stern mask slid into place. "Is that what you think? I own you with or without that contract, Amorcito. Don't fool yourself. You always come crawling back to Daddy. You need me."

He crowded Angel back and grabbed him by his lapels, giving him a pointed shake before cooing- "You know you can't take care of yourself, Baby. Don't pretend."

The speech had meant little to him before now, and the idea that Angel had been here, out of his reach for Lucifer only knew how long. Who knew what ideas had been put in his head by now. It was worse than the hotel.