"Yet," Istredd says out loud what they both are thinking. He looks at Lucifer and watches him for a moment. "You wouldn't have to make me. I would kill for you." That is no small thing coming from someone who just said he's never killed and lacks the drive other people do. He has no doubt in his mind about this. The only time he's ever felt angry enough to intentionally hurt someone is because of Lucifer.

Sodden is twisted up in Yennefer feelings and that probably has a very particular brand of emotion that Lucifer can pinpoint now they've been doing this for a while. Feelings for her always end up wrapped up in guilt and regret, no matter how much better they are now. His love for Lucifer has a sort of new purity compared to that long-term complexity.

"You're doing fine without me, I'd probably slow you down." Istredd may be a little squeamish. He isn't really disturbed with how Lucifer's tearing through it, it's not something he'd be able to do himself. He doesn't watch because of it though. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out, pushing away at the corners of his mind that say mean-spirited things at him. It's getting easier, pushing back at his own issues.

"You look beautiful as a hunter. One of those feline moments." Istredd likes when Lucifer is feline, probably his favorite mood. "If we wanted to we could probably empty this forest."