As he listed off the animals, Lucifer had completed his change from a stag and was clutching his head, trying to keep his cool.

But maybe he was having a bad day. Maybe he was tired. Maybe all of those things, or he'd just never had a good day in centuries. Fucking hell, he needed a therapist.

"Okay, but I don't- I don't care about everyone else's concepts! They're fine! They're perfectly- perfectly serviceable denizens of the animal kingdom! But they don't- they're not-!"

He was hyperventilating a little. Give him a second. Then he brought up his hands for pause.

"Forget it. You know what? Nevermind. Do whatever you want."