It was always best to say few words. Lots of words left you exposed, and Sam had learned that very quickly. Lucifer was good at snatching openings, and making any situation become more uncomfortable by turning someone's words against him. Sam had lost a lot of his love for himself and his brother that way, told truths that he couldn't deny, even though they were awful--even though he would never have accepted them from the mouth of another.

Lucifer made him believe them. For example he'd sworn that Dean would come and rescue him for a week, before Lucifer had pointed out that even if he was rescued, Sam was ruined for the world now. He would never go back to being who he was; he'd always be Lucifer's bitch. Sam believed that. He never suggested rescue again. Speaking was just risky, so he only did it when he really had something to say. Eliot was learning quickly too.

Sam felt himself tense as Eliot denied the Devil what he wanted, just like he'd expected. Sure enough, Lucifer stepped up beside Eliot, looking at him intently.

"Are you sure about that? It isn't anything that Robert here doesn't deserve. He's an embezzler, and an adulterer--aren't you Robbie?"

"Go fuck yourself," Robert snarled at Lucifer.

"That wasn't very nice, was it, Eliot? You see? He's not a very nice person."

Sam looked across at Eliot, willing him to do it. God, he'd do it eventually, why not now? Didn't he know what would happen?