His eyelids lowered in his focus, noting that there was just... so much here. The attack was made in haste, in rage.

You pissed Adam off big time.

Doesn't take much to rile him up, but Lucifer couldn't help but feel some pride in that.

But it was clear that this was rough. Rougher than intended. With a sigh his wings unfurled, eyes springing open. The eye in his bow tie narrowed, his apprehension.

He reached in somehow, a feathered touch of magic, and formed a connection. He drew in some level of that pain, took it upon himself. Lucifer grit his teeth and his breath caught.

Fuck. He had his pain tolerance, but his limit was a bit... shorter than most others. But he will endure, if it means it makes this process a little easier.