It feels good honestly to rankle Sam. He's been surrounded by people that he'd rather be on good terms with and it's too much energy to just pick some new Summoned out of the Nocwich crowd to bully. Sam makes an awfully enticing outlet.

Lucifer is mad and Sam is a mouse scurried into a cat's line of sight.

"Samuel," he presses instead. Laughs low and hollow. "I have to be here. It won't look good to sit back and Thorne do nothing."