His feathers are ruffled, literally, and for a moment he looks more than a little mulish. None of it would matter in the least if not for recent events, but he's been frightened and is trying to adjust his approach.

He takes a deep breath in the hug, and after a moment he returns it, wings and all. "I just want to protect you," he says, and the flare of passion in his Grace is as pure as any flame.

He's just going to keep holding on for a minute here, Lucifer; hope you didn't want your personal space bubble back for the next few moments. "Well," he says, "Levi is head over heels, so that ought to be good for the both of them."