Those two words are what jarred him most out of his own delusions and there is a quiet recognized thought to it that was previously under static before. That little 'one thing's not like the other' moment of quaking uncertainty.

It's good that it's a short kiss because otherwise they would not get out of here.

Lucifer steps away and heads for the door, rumpled clothing and all. It is his normal. "Whattaya talking about," he says, spreading his arms, "I'm never normal." And to be fair he was a brooding mess eating in the dining hall at odd hours last month, so anything else is a step up.

'long as he's not shouting at Ambrose most of the other Summoned would give him the benefit of the doubt.

He's got some perks on his side.

He twirls and waves a finger in a circle, calling out to the hall, as though anyone was still asleep except for whatever weird raccoon has been shuffling about lately, "Rise and shine, late sleepers, soup's on!" and continues on towards food.