There was a surge of satisfaction in getting a hit, and it squashed that flutter of concern that he'd drawn blood, that urge to apologize. He hadn't used anything blessed, and he knew Alastor would sooner chide him for being soft than anything else.

Besides, the fella always seemed to enjoy it. Again, madman.

Still Lucifer dismissed his weapon. "I get a prize now?? Ooh~ Must've been a good hit. The finest swordplay you've ever seen...!"