Len did chuckle at that. He shifted easily to straddle Lucifer's thighs, fisting a hand in his soft hair and tugging back to molest that column of Lucifer's neck, using his teeth more liberally and frustrated when he couldn't quite seem to leave a mark.

"You're nothing to sneeze at, handsome," he allowed.

His scars were on the back as well, some old welts from beatings with a belt. He shrugged out of his shirt and let it fall, baring his pale torso to Lucifer's eyes and hands.