Jeffrey. We're not equals. That bit's done, and besides, it was a farce all along. I was playing at putting up with all of you, and all I've done is lift the blinkers I had over your eyes.

Not something I would do if I didn't have absolute control. You see, what I'm going to do when I'm done here is murder the Russian prime, and make it look like the American government did it. Boom. Where will your relevant authorities be then? No, Jeff. [ He angled his head in closer. ] You should be grateful--I won't be letting any bombs fall on your pretty little head. That's the extent of my generosity.

[ He squeezed his fingers gently, as though perhaps he meant to do something more than that, but then his fingers slipped away just as quickly, and Lucifer stood, circling around behind Jeff, and crouching again. His left arm looped firmly around his neck, but it didn't press tight, as though to choke him.

His right hand slipped down across Jeff's chest, tweaking a nipple as it went. ]

You're not nude just because, Jeff, if you were wondering. Killing you isn't going to cut it for me, you'd just come back. This has to be a punishment you can feel.