[ The expression may not change but Lucifer has keen eyes. He can see the rabbit pulse along his throat even in the dim lighting of the club. His smile is still all teeth. He truly is feeling put upon, isn't he? ]

Nergal? That twisted creature. I've heard a little of what he's been up to, didn't realize he'd gotten those claws of his into my favorite soul. What if I wrap it in a bow for you? Turn it into a sort of corsage. [ A laugh into his next sip. ] Garish, I know but I think you could pull it off nicely.

Oh, Johnny. Johnny. [ His expression turns to one of almost pity. ] How is it that we always find ourselves here? It's only right to hope. You humans need it. Just like you need someone to blame. It's easy to take it out on me but you lot get yourselves into these situations all on your own.

Manny doesn't have the juice to carry you out of Perdition, darling. Not that he ever did. It's entirely unfair of him to dangle that in front of you. Cruel, even and that's coming from me.

[ John continues and now it's Lucifer's turn to stew. He sniffs, expression changing in a myriad of ways. Settling darkly over his features. ]

I might no longer be in Hell but it's still my domain. Your soul shouldn't have anyone's grubby little paws on it. Not without my express permission. [ He scoffs and his eyes narrow. ] You haven't been speaking to my brother Amenadiel, have you? Stick jammed pretty far up his angelic arse?

He's been trying to get me back in Hell "where I belong" for some time now.

[ Now his brother could certainly have the juice and sway to do what Manny is blowing hot air about. ]

I certainly hope this isn't some poor attempt at a con. I would be terribly upset with you.