The Sentinels houstan, we have a problem.

Lucifer gave a knowing nod of amusement and grinned cheekily. "Pity." His snarky tone brought light to his dark gaze as the massive male let out a chuckle. With a small incline of his obsidian head, Lucifer's paws began to work deftly beneath her chest, working from her front so as not to raise suspicion. He really didn't mind either way,but he knew that it wouldn't probably make her more comfortable if he worked where she could see him quite plainly. 

A little ways had passed when Lucifer stood back, his breath still coming in an easy rhythm despite the work. "Would thee fit through easily?" He asked, his head tipping slightly to the side. He had grown considerably more relaxed throughout his work, and his tone was of softer and somewhat calm manor, no hint of the former aggression and snarkyness. The hole was big enough now for a creature her size to wiggle through, he assumed.