Being in his general vicinity counts as bothering, even if by all right he entered her space, not vis versa. As though there weren't other people that Lucifer would quietly work without leaving to their peace.

"Because I said so," he sings. He raises his brows to her, and sharper, "Because you're so hard to ignore." He twitches a hand up, fingers turning like they're trying to grasp some invisible thread. "Little itch on my periphery, that just doesn't belong."

Sure makes him wonder if she does belong anywhere, but he doesn't care enough to ask. He has enough overlapping similarities with her boyfriend, he doesn't need them with her, too.