"Oh, I've been giving Satan a wiiide berth," Topher answers with a somewhat nervous smile. It's probably a good thing he doesn't go out much anymore. And he hopes he can manage to avoid Lucifer well enough that he never becomes even remotely interested in Topher. That would be preferable. It has definitely crossed his mind that if he'd arrived during winter, there is a very good chance Topher would be dead by now, since he spent an awful lot of time exactly where Lucifer decided to massacre a bunch of people. He's just glad no one he knows got killed.

"Clearly, most of my friends didn't get the memo! Friend of mine picked a fight with him just to provide a distraction, nearly got himself beaten to death. So, you know, please stop hrrassing Satan. It's bad for your health," Topher advises. He's not sure he can really call the Doctor his friend at this point, seeing as it's a brand new one and they haven't really met, but, well, it counts, right? At the very least, he's the friend of a friend.