Luke had just entered the room and he was shocked that he was spotted so soon, after all he could see just by the way the angel’s eyes couldn’t fix on his exactly that he couldn’t see clearly. He didn’t know what exactly was wrong but he had felt he had hidden himself pretty well. He moved along the space to try and see the other up close. For better of for worse the space had plenty of shadows to blend into and the cloth of his cloak dragged on the ground as he hadn’t worked up the courage to speak. Not that he felt much fear... outside of the normal animal reactions, but he did know to be cautious and calculated and he didn’t know if this was a trap. He had come so close to the his goal so often only to have it snatched away and all of it to be lie. It taught him very quickly to trust no one in Hell, and believe no thing that he saw.<br/><br/>He moved over the cold floors trying to be as quiet as possible as he watched the angel struggle and trying to get himself back together past the corruption. These sorts of things didn’t hurt Luke, they never had and he had wondered why. Normal torment and pain did hurt but it more made him angry and vengeful than afraid, and also determined to get even. But here he was... his perfect mirror, so beautiful despite the filth and poor condition he was in and Luke was drawn like a moth to a flame. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to confirm just who he was or what he looked like, they were two half’s of a whole and maybe... maybe if they were together the hollowness inside him could finally be filled. Maybe he wouldn’t feel so empty. He found himself holding his breath as he moved over to the strung up being as he moved to touch his face ever so gently sliding his clean hand along that stained cheek, so coated with blood, dirty, tears, sweat and satan knows what else.<br/><br/>The touch from Luke was cool, slick, almost soothing but it wasn’t evil so much as like a wisp of cold air, barely there in a sense but also unmistakable in it’s lack of wanting to inflict pain even if Luke did have desire for Samual, that wasn’t much different from the demons but he had no intention of letting him fall so much as keeping him and bringing them all the closer together. He wanted him, needed him, more than he could ever express.