"Yes, the one that didn't look like he was going to pass out from a gust of wind," he says. He doesn't particularly care if he knows. What she sees in the others. Truly, part of him wonders. The three of them are so out of sorts and on different states of being.

Castiel on one end, Michael on the other, Lucifer (irritatingly) in the middle. Maybe it's an age problem. Ha. Ugh.

"You should bother them, I'm sure they'd love you," he says it neutrally. It's likely he's being sarcastic, but then, if Lucifer's awfully indecisive about her, they probably would like her.