"Those are my words," he berates lightly. Most people have skeletons in their closet. Lucifer has piles of the words 'I don't know,' thrown out and tiredly extracted by too many people that wanted an answer Lucifer didn't know how to have. "I don't care about your best, but..."

Fine, he says, one word brimming with power. Don't trust yourself. Because Istredd clearly, barely, has it. Lucifer stands, finally, off of his stolen stool perch and putting him very much into Istredd's space. "Trust me."