[The shove has him bending as intended, falling heavily onto a forearm before quickly pushing back up onto his hands. The weight of the body behind him is the only thing keeping him from jumping to his feet right now, but that doesn't mean an escape should be entirely out of the question. There may be no where to go in this room, but anywhere is better than his current position.]
No.
[He grits his teeth against that roughly stroking hand, but it's that flutter of what sounds like wings, followed by fingers playing their advantage that has Jeff reacting, scrambling on his hands to try and crawl his way froward to get even the slightest distance, despite that hand at his dick. He'd crawl right out of this place on his hands and knees if it meant getting out of this.]
[ 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.
[The second Lucifer lets go Jeff's stumbling ungracefully to his feet, staggering over to the nearest wall and slumping sidelong against it. He spares a glance over to check he's not being pursued, and then his gaze sweeps the room as if expecting to find some kind of exit. He already knows there isn't one. The only reason he's 'free' and on his feet right now is because Lucifer knows he can't get away, very much a cat playing with it's food. A blood soaked, lube toting cat.]
I... I've got powers too. Don't make me use them, asshole. [Totally threatening, especially as he pins his back up against the wall and does his best to hold back the trembling in his muscles. His shoulders lift as his head lowers, the hackles raising on a cornered animal, but part of him already knows this is all a pointless bout of defiance.]
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No.
[He grits his teeth against that roughly stroking hand, but it's that flutter of what sounds like wings, followed by fingers playing their advantage that has Jeff reacting, scrambling on his hands to try and crawl his way froward to get even the slightest distance, despite that hand at his dick. He'd crawl right out of this place on his hands and knees if it meant getting out of this.]
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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.
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I... I've got powers too. Don't make me use them, asshole. [Totally threatening, especially as he pins his back up against the wall and does his best to hold back the trembling in his muscles. His shoulders lift as his head lowers, the hackles raising on a cornered animal, but part of him already knows this is all a pointless bout of defiance.]