[ Lucifer lets him go. That's super damn easy, actually, letting him go, and as Jeff clambers to his feet, Lucifer stands too, taking the tube of glitter-pink lube with him as he does. The Devil is still dressed, still soaked in human blood; that's all about intimidating Jeff, and now that he's free, free to run around the room in circles if he likes, Lucifer just shrugs and watches him.
It's a pleasure to watch him scramble, a pleasure, because he's going to have to face the inevitable sooner or later, and Lucifer's gaze is utterly without comfort. It's meant to unsettle him further, if anything, this archangel waiting for him to stop running about and give in. ]
Jeff, this really isn't making things any better for you.
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It's a pleasure to watch him scramble, a pleasure, because he's going to have to face the inevitable sooner or later, and Lucifer's gaze is utterly without comfort. It's meant to unsettle him further, if anything, this archangel waiting for him to stop running about and give in. ]
Jeff, this really isn't making things any better for you.