[He can't know. There is no way that Dean can know just how wrecked Lucifer's being is--though his vessel, thanks a lot Crowley, is still holding so very strong.
But calling attention to it when Lucifer has no way to back up his words does nothing good for him.
And Dean does, unfortunately, raise a good point. He has absolutely no idea how magic works here.
So fine. Is that where they're at? Drawing childish lines in the sand to denote who is one what side of the planet? Don't cross the line?
He smirks, brief, quick, and then in a blink he's a skipped a flight across the floor and rudely takes the spot behind the bar that Dean vacated. ... And then he picks up the bottle left behind on the counter and takes a deep pull from it and does not relinquish his hold of it. It's a risk, all of it, but hey, what can he say? He can't just let Dean be comfortable in his own domain.]
Why, Dean. [His voice is chiding. Light. If Dean tries to grab the bottle from him he'll flit just out of reach. There's so much he could call attention to. So much that he could drive a fine knife between Dean's ribs with simply words. But it's all too revealing. He fakes a giggle.] You want me to--oh--keep the peace, as it were?
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But calling attention to it when Lucifer has no way to back up his words does nothing good for him.
And Dean does, unfortunately, raise a good point. He has absolutely no idea how magic works here.
So fine. Is that where they're at? Drawing childish lines in the sand to denote who is one what side of the planet? Don't cross the line?
He smirks, brief, quick, and then in a blink he's a skipped a flight across the floor and rudely takes the spot behind the bar that Dean vacated. ... And then he picks up the bottle left behind on the counter and takes a deep pull from it and does not relinquish his hold of it. It's a risk, all of it, but hey, what can he say? He can't just let Dean be comfortable in his own domain.]
Why, Dean. [His voice is chiding. Light. If Dean tries to grab the bottle from him he'll flit just out of reach. There's so much he could call attention to. So much that he could drive a fine knife between Dean's ribs with simply words. But it's all too revealing. He fakes a giggle.] You want me to--oh--keep the peace, as it were?