For a yes or no question, it's not so simple. He tilts his head as if balancing invisible scales in his mind. Chewing his food doesn't give him enough time to arrive at a good answer, so, swallowing, he starts to think out loud.

"I don't know. I know I'd be safer there, and things would be a lot more predictable."

The sharpest turn his life could ever take was already behind him, with Erik's death propeling him inexorably toward the throne. Almost too predictable — even now, his chest tightens when he thinks about the life he was meant to inherit against his will. The narrow path he was meant to keep to. With a sigh, his eyes fall away from Lucifer.

"There wasn't anything I really liked about my life, though."

A quiet, hard admission. There's an ache hiding in the shadow of his words, a little ember of anger just waiting to ignite, but mostly it's just matter-of-fact.