[Lucifer was used to cages and cells. He'd spent a long time in one in particular. The jury was out on whether the company was better here. Company was nice, but humans were humans.
He ignores Michael's question, studying his empty palm. What a rude young man this Michael is. Lucifer opens and closes his hand once or twice, then looks up.
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He ignores Michael's question, studying his empty palm. What a rude young man this Michael is. Lucifer opens and closes his hand once or twice, then looks up.
His eyes meet Michael's.] Oh, you know. Around.