[Maybe because it isn't the response Lucifer is expecting that makes him blink, pausing, head tilt to the side quite like a bird.

Huh.] Yes. [Another blink.] Exactly like that. [He pushes his unfinished plate away from him and stands, snapping once and pointing at the kid.] Get some enjoyment out of your medieval-times vaca. Or become an errand boy, that doesn't require holding a weapon. [Probably.] Small steps first, buddy. Then figure out how to make the waves. [That's his own plan, anyway.]