Who do you think you're talking to? Of course he's going to keep being pleased with himself.

He walks slowly to the boar, watching it, observing.

"You should learn, without magic," Lucifer tosses over his shoulder. I like seeing you at your best. But training with me isn't the same as going toe to toe with beasts. He slips around the struggling creature and ducks in close, sinking a hand into fur and clawing fingers in. There's a searing power to his palm, eating through flesh to nerves, to the mind. Is it mercy? Probably not.

He wobbles back just a bit.

He wanted to know if he could do it.

Answer: sort of.

"Your little wizard school teach you how to skin an animal?"