"That's ridiculous. You're human, you don't lack humanity. Besides, the very first thing you did when I stepped in here was try to protect him. It seems to me you're failing."

"That is what you thought you were best at, isn't it? Protecting people?"

Lucifer struck Sam again, and once more. On the fourth strike, Sam finally let out a whimper, jerking a little harder under the touch. His muscles were seizing up as he tried to anticipate the next blow, which only made the next strike more painful than the one it had preceded.

"I don't care if you don't respect me. That's what you need to understand, Eliot. And this place isn't so cut and dried as the bible would have you believe. You were never a bad person--you were a good person who did bad things. But it's because you were a good person that you have weaknesses, and I happen to know that Sam is one of them."

He struck him again, and Sam gasped, louder this time. He was trying to gulp the noises down, but that only made them more audible.

"Now do you want to fuck him, or shall I pick out an appropriate dildo to do it for you?"