Lock smirked at her grin. Whatever she intended to do, he earned it, and looked more than pleased with himself, particularly when her legs trembled. She moved off of him. Lock frowned that she ruined his fun, but when she started to search their things, his smirk resurfaced. He tried to break his forearms free from her grip, but Lillith held firm. When she yanked him closer, he didn't fight.

At least, not until she pressed him forward and ensnared his wrists. She'd find the key still in one of the locks to place elsewhere at her leisure. They were thin like mortal cuffs so they could easily fit in a back pocket, but far more durable, which was necessary, given their brand of fun. Lock found himself pressed into the ground. Delight rippled down his spine as she nipped his ears.

"Certainly not drag me off to the cavern," Lock said coolly, "to do unspeakable horrors..."