Well, at least he'd gotten agreement. He wasn't entirely sure it was going to do anything, but it was a start, and he liked to think he could be persuasive when he needed to be. He huffed out an irritated sigh when Bel started burrowing closer to him, ruining the comfort he'd had to himself and forcing himself to shift to find it again.

"No more than a few days," he said sternly, though in counterpoint to his words he gave in to the other Prince's attempts, shifting closer and sliding first one arm and then the other around Bel until he was comfortable once more.

It was moments like this that he didn't think it was so bad, this was probably the first time he'd been convinced to engage in the embrace himself, but he couldn't deny that there was always something unexpectedly pleasant about waking up with a warm form curled against him. There were a lot of negatives to Belphegor being there, but - not that he would admit to it - sharing the bed with him didn't seem to be one of them.