It makes him wonder how obvious it must be that he's not okay, but for once he realizes that it's not just him. They'd all gone through hell. And now, that hell won't let them go. He's not burdened with so much pride that he'll refuse Lucifer's offer.

"Okay, well...thanks."

His eyes momentarily fall to his feet before flicking back up, returning to his righteous indignation.

"It's not like they even really care about us." They being the king and queen. He knows better than to say the quiet part at full volume. "They just care about what we can do for them. We're status symbols to them."

And that too is unfortunately familiar.