Lucifer's starting to wonder how much alcohol Kyle had. Okay, so they're doing this? He wasn't prepared for this. He was prepared for maybe some snippish banter and a jab about how it was going with Sabine so suddenly replacing him and likely with barely much talk about it happening, and if he should've taken the raccoon with him as a better roommate than Jack. Easy, simple things.

"I'm not half as good at being an individual," person, "as I pretend to be, but you know that better than anyone."

What with the attempted murder and all.

And all being that Lucifer could see Kyle's cracks just as easily as his own. They had the same mindset. Don't stay still, keep on your toes, don't let the anxiety that you didn't expect to have swallow you up whole, there's always work to be done and find something anyway even if there's a lull.

He does take a moment to clock the graybeard but now it's more of an afterthought.

"I've been asked multiple times who I wanted to be," he says. "Who do you want to be?"