Oh he just knew it was up his alley! How could he not enjoy a tale of revenge and nibbling upon the uncaring society around them, or even a macabre little doo-wop set involving a flesh-eating space monster?
And how could Lucifer sulk when they seemed to have a fun game? How long had it been since he'd been able to exchange verbal blows without needing to explain himself or apologize, clash with whatever was within reach to truly have a conversation, an exchange of wits with every hearty clack of some odd pair of sword-like object sounding in the air? He promised not to get stuck, either. No, they had a wealth of other places to take their contests, and even assured Charlie that things were fiiiine, a mutual lesson just needed to be taught is all!
What that 'lesson' is, neither would say. But jabs were exchanged with grins, and the poor Hotel had gone through so many interior design changes, what the dishes should look like, how the gardens should present themselves, that most of the others had long since given up on how to address any of it.
Today was no less different, quiet pleasantries exchanged earlier in the day before- with Lucifer having an itch that needed scratching- he was en garde and assumed his stance as he had.
But today was... different, after all. The cane was lowered, and he made no move to press the issue. Instead-
"...Had enough, have you? A reprieve, then, to allow the licking of wounds, so sayeth this most merciful King." A twirl, and he vanished the cane.
A beat.
"Perhaps a little drink would help with the healing process."
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And how could Lucifer sulk when they seemed to have a fun game? How long had it been since he'd been able to exchange verbal blows without needing to explain himself or apologize, clash with whatever was within reach to truly have a conversation, an exchange of wits with every hearty clack of some odd pair of sword-like object sounding in the air? He promised not to get stuck, either. No, they had a wealth of other places to take their contests, and even assured Charlie that things were fiiiine, a mutual lesson just needed to be taught is all!
What that 'lesson' is, neither would say. But jabs were exchanged with grins, and the poor Hotel had gone through so many interior design changes, what the dishes should look like, how the gardens should present themselves, that most of the others had long since given up on how to address any of it.
Today was no less different, quiet pleasantries exchanged earlier in the day before- with Lucifer having an itch that needed scratching- he was en garde and assumed his stance as he had.
But today was... different, after all. The cane was lowered, and he made no move to press the issue. Instead-
"...Had enough, have you? A reprieve, then, to allow the licking of wounds, so sayeth this most merciful King." A twirl, and he vanished the cane.
A beat.
"Perhaps a little drink would help with the healing process."