"I don't play with demons. I kill demons." Gadreel pointed out, he wasn't really like Lucifer in that sense. He didn't mind playing every now and again but he wasn't bloodthirsty. He was just a survivor. He did what he had to do. "I'll come to hell this once, to find your brother, then I'll leave again. No complaints. I just don't want to stay long in that shithole. Never got why you did."

He turned to look at Lucifer and held his hand out to him. As confirmation, as assurance - hell, to just hold his hand. He looked like he needed to actually feel like people were loyal. That someone cared. Oh, morning star.

"We'll beat answers out of the former king, liberate the archangel and see where it goes from there. Deal?"