Lucifer did what he had promised, and he was swift; returning, just a minute later, with a small bowl of warm water, some soap and a washcloth.

He sat down on the bed. Took a moment to look at Duke again, to-- all right-- take another picture. (For Duke's sake, almost more than his own.)

Then he dipped the cloth in the water and brushed it gently against Duke's belly, wiping away the sweat and the rest of the mess left by their time here. He had gotten Duke into this space; he would take advantage of it while he could.