[It's interesting, that brief silence. Anders doesn't know much about the Devil, but he knows devils, and demons, and non-human things who'd smear someone over a ballroom floor simply for the fun of it.
But Lucifer doesn't burn with aggression like someone itching to do it again--in fact, he seems calm. Maybe even a little rueful.]
Aren't they always?
[He doesn't mean it as a brush-off or a criticism; it's a sighed agreement. Things always tend to be complicated, he just never thought he'd be hearing it from the mouth of someone like this. He sounds almost human.]
Ruffled feathers aside, defending a friend's life--that's noble of you. When we spoke, you didn't seem to care much for mortal lives.
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But Lucifer doesn't burn with aggression like someone itching to do it again--in fact, he seems calm. Maybe even a little rueful.]
Aren't they always?
[He doesn't mean it as a brush-off or a criticism; it's a sighed agreement. Things always tend to be complicated, he just never thought he'd be hearing it from the mouth of someone like this. He sounds almost human.]
Ruffled feathers aside, defending a friend's life--that's noble of you. When we spoke, you didn't seem to care much for mortal lives.