He did genuinely think that some demons might not want to do Lucifer's dirty work but he supposed it wasn't shocking that they did. It didn't mean he didn't kick a few arsehole demons in the face before they managed to rob his shoes and socks. He yanked against the chains and realised just how fucked he actually was.

Bollocks.

"What you -- you were talking about before, back in the cage, it's not a bad idea. Don't you see that? Do you really want to waste your time down here? Soul statistics, bargain quotas, regulations and rules! It's not very ... you, is it?" He couldn't imagine Lucifer would be that interested in doing the boring, tedious stuff. Given he had been an absent ruler even when he had been in charge of hell. "Why don't you let me handle the boring stuff while you go up to heaven and make a mess?"