"Yes, you did," he says. "And I healed you. With much of what is left of my Grace, I might add."

He'd liked the coffee. He'd even disliked Daniel less than most of the human race, because Daniel has helped him without expecting anything in return and is not so benightedly stupid as most people are and is quietly, desperately trying to be better than what he is. Perhaps this is what Gabriel meant when he said at least they try, but Lucifer finds it so difficult to view humans as anything more than any other animal on the planet.

Daniel reminds him of Sam. And maybe that's enough.

"If you fear some kind of retribution for helping the Devil, there isn't any coming. My Father doesn't care and... well." He dabs at his nose again, and he thinks it might be bleeding less. "There's nowhere else for it to come from."