Istredd's welcome to the compliment. See, Lucifer can be nice sometimes. It's just in rare, small doses.

The response that follows is a mangled sputtered string of Enochian, untranslated.

He does get a hand to Istredd's head, nearly talon-like in the way his fingers splay and his nails twist in through hair to scalp.

Lord.

Isn't nice that in normal circumstances you'd be shut up in this situation but you've got your thoughts wide open with me. It might just be those open thoughts that make Lucifer grit his teeth more than the ministrations but honestly given who they both are that is what makes the most sense. You ever consider bringing this level of confidence to your day to day life? Would really help you out.

For all his litany he is hyper-aware. He wants to pay attention to each aspect. See the domino effect. One action lead to another, split the path, continue on. He can't. His mind's falling to the whim of this body.

Slow is going to equally kill me, Istredd, you know that, right.