It certainly was the Lucifer in him that made his lies so good. He hated lying, he hated lies, but it was easy when he knew what his chosen family would do and would think.

He should have flinched or back away. Maybe even ran. But, no. He stood firm, that calm look still across his features as his father shouted at him. The only true sign of reaction was the flash of yellow in his eyes. A natural reaction to the flash of fear before he tamped it down.

Being frightened, or more showing it, would make it worse.

"Do you want the opportunity?" He asked, his voice a touch lower a moment later. "Is that why you are upset?"