Emcee has emptied the bottle of wine into the glass and sips from it as he dries his hair, like one does.

When Lucifer emerges, he looks over at him, because he would never miss the moment when wet, naked Devil comes out of a steamy shower.

Emcee plucks up the last chocolate, all melty from the heat of the room.

"Last one, darling. Shall we split it?"