Watching Daniel sleep had been about as boring as it sounds; he's much more interesting when he's awake, not that it's a high bar to pass. And Lucifer was getting tired of being in this fleabag motel, anyway. Every minute that he's sitting there is a minute that he's not getting closer to finding Gabriel, to finding out who is responsible for the angels' Fall.

"Very well," he says, watching Daniel go about his morning routine.

He has nothing to gather and no morning routine that he goes by; he just stands and goes to put his feet back in his worn shoes.