"Are you happy?"
Not looking away from the necklace he was fidgeting with, Aaron answered, "Is that really what you want to ask? No, 'Aaron, it's been fifteen minutes already, when are you going to stand up?'"
"Nope. I can see your legs trembling, I won't ask you to stand up when I know you're going to fall flat on your face."
"So much confidence in myself."
Lucifer snorted but quickly grew quiet. "I mean, in general—Are you happy?"
Aaron looked up. Lucifer's voice sounded concerned, but his eyes were only curious. He glanced at the large, pompous room where a huge, expensive table was; black chairs looking comfortable as they surrounded it. There was a chandelier hanging above, not turned on as it was early, merely letting the morning light seep out from the windows at the side that was taller than him. Sharp shadows were cast but even they looked warm and inviting in the room.
