[Even if it weren't what he wanted, Eridanus is easily rolled to his back as their positions are reversed. It's always moments such as these where he wonders if Lucius isn't much more perceptive than he lets on. Of course, his consort is a man who encompasses many talents, so he wouldn't put it past him; but still, the way he easily melts the frigid heart within his chest is yet another reason for which Eridanus finds himself increasingly enamored with the beast above him.

He leans his face into those adoring touches, his jewels admired just as well as the scars of the visage before him had been. Eridanus allows his eyes to flutter closed, and were he capable of rumbling his pleasure, he certainly would.]

I would be more than happy to propagate your greatness, [he states, matter-of-factly, with his lips twisting into an uncharacteristically boyish moue,] and if he says anything otherwise, I will be even happier to end his sorry existence in a pillar of hellfire.