[Lucifer just... pushes the bottle away from him. Touche. It's not like it tasted great beforehand, anyway! But fine, ruin his "immersion" and his newly kicking non-hyperfocused tastebuds and all that.
The air temperature surrounding Lucifer plummets and frost climbs over the bottle. All of Lucifer's easygoing behavior drops away in an instant and it's a deadly gaze that turns sharply to Dean.
He laughs, once--closer to a scoff than anything. There's nothing lighthearted remaining to his voice.] Oh, is that so? [He hums, long, drawn-out.] Then tell me, Dean, what tiny corner of the world are you hunkered down in? I promise I will stay far, far out of your way. [Personally, of course. If he pushes Thorne to war, well, he'd never be the one on the front lines--that's for the little people.]
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The air temperature surrounding Lucifer plummets and frost climbs over the bottle. All of Lucifer's easygoing behavior drops away in an instant and it's a deadly gaze that turns sharply to Dean.
He laughs, once--closer to a scoff than anything. There's nothing lighthearted remaining to his voice.] Oh, is that so? [He hums, long, drawn-out.] Then tell me, Dean, what tiny corner of the world are you hunkered down in? I promise I will stay far, far out of your way. [Personally, of course. If he pushes Thorne to war, well, he'd never be the one on the front lines--that's for the little people.]