Lucifer has wrapped himself in an image that fits this dream, one that has been only too easy to pluck from Daniel's mind; he wears her face, the face of Daniel's beloved, like he did Jessica's when he spoke to Sam, like he did when he spoke to Nick. The remembered sun of Daniel's adopted world is scorching even in the shade that they stand in, and he can feel the intensity of it reflect off of sand and stone. The dream-memory is exquisitely detailed, down to the grittiness of the sand against his skin and between his teeth with each breath.

He had wanted to speak to Daniel, because the conversations have been so interesting before. He will stay because he wants to see.

Lucifer walks closer, his footsteps muffled by sand, until he is just behind Daniel who still refuses to look-- as though he is Orpheus and if he glances behind, his Eurydice will vanish back into the Underworld.

He lays a gentle hand on Daniel's arm.