[ Lucifer turned his nose up at the vomit, but then this was his magic box, and he could make the environment into anything that he wanted. The vomit was gone with a thought, and Lucifer folded his arms, taking a careful half step back, thoughtful as he looked down at Jeff. ]

Don't act like you don't know what this is, Jeff. You let that little friend of yours shoot my dogs, so I shot his. And I killed his dogs too.

[ Well, that was rude. He'd kind of liked April, when they'd met, but his anger knew no bounds.

He cocked his head, looking Jeffrey over. ] And now I am all out of special pets... Didn't we discuss what would happen to you in such an event? What's wrong, Jeff, did you think that I wouldn't go through with it?