He folds his arms. For this, he actually has answers. It's built up differently over time but in some outlandish way, for all of Lucifer's chaos, he has some of a routine. Some options. Some work.

"Train people in combat." A few guards, a few Summoned. "Take enchantment classes." Some of it is mind-numbing boring. Something to just keep his mind busy on a task, keep him from crawling up the walls. His face scrunches up a moment and he sighs as though his next words pain him greatly, "Garden a bit."

Not spoken is how many people he bothers on a regular basis. The familiar faces he had obsessively keeping an eye on after the rescue--both for the pit Summoned and those that had to tough it out together--and how just checking on with them every now and then had felt normal.