"I'm not afraid of you." Just on edge. It was natural. Lucifer made him, made all of them, made this system and would always be looked upon better than himself. It all just rattled him, it didn't mean he was afraid or even scared. He was just ... uneasy. He cocked his head to the side, watching Lucifer and refusing to back down. He didn't break eye contact once. "They listen to me, you arrogant loser. You think anyone in hell cares what you think. You're old news."

As long as the propaganda machine kept going, it would be 'Lucifer, who?' in about 50 years. He was 7 years deep... so it was a long road but he could make it work. It was just good business. "I'm glad you'll rot in here. Feels good. To know that I have the former king in a nice, tidy little box."