“Of course, brother. I will make sure no harm comes to your vessel.” Her question had been more so directed about Dean and whether Lucifer had any plans for him. Better to be safe than sorry. Seeing as he didn’t, it meant Dean was going to get what he sorely deserved. “Should we do something about this business with Metatron?”
❝Metatron?.❞ He asked curious but in a rhetorical way. ❝leave him to me, he isn’t really a big deal is just a little annoying baby, who thought was special for God.❞ Lucifer didn’t like Metatron he never did, not even when he was in heaven.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass about your halo! You’re a fashion nightmare! I mean, those shoes, with that shirt? What are we trying to say here? Rustic homeless man?! Seriously, when you fell from heaven did you fall on your face? I’m considering punching you, it might make you look prettier! Trust me, I’m a photographer, I know fashion.”
Lucifer frowned he really didn’t like the tone she was using with him && honestly he didn’t find it funny or so mething && it was making him feel a little angry, but he needed to contain himself, just because hse wasn’t someone that he really need. ❝You should really watch your mouth.❞