Right after the fire dispersed, Lucien sighed, rubbing his temples a bit. "Damned head ache." He muttered, though he had already laid sideways, rather suddenly resting his head on Bella's lap. His feet were still against the floor, but his side was against the bed now, using her lap like a pillow. Without a word he closed his eyes lightly, but didn't fall asleep. "Does this bother you?" He questioned without opening his eyes, his hair looking surprisingly soft. "Or are you okay with it?" He added a moment later. And after that he had fallen silent. After another five minutes though, he asked rather randomly, but the simple question made it seem almost as though he were a child, "Will you play with my hair, and sing to me?"