My, Daniel makes such a little mess with his outburst; the book on the floor and the mug in splinters and coffee everywhere. It's a little rude, too, to be so unconcerned about it, especially when someone might trod on one of the pieces. Just because it's a dream doesn't mean that it wouldn't hurt to step on a ceramic shard.
Lucifer snaps his fingers and the mug returns to its previous form, whole and full of coffee, balanced on the arm of the chair. The floor is clear and clean.
"I think you're overreacting, Daniel," he says. "There's nothing that I can take from you that I would want."
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Lucifer snaps his fingers and the mug returns to its previous form, whole and full of coffee, balanced on the arm of the chair. The floor is clear and clean.
"I think you're overreacting, Daniel," he says. "There's nothing that I can take from you that I would want."