Lucifer is extraordinarily good at keeping Istredd distracted from... quite a lot. But in this case, this is small, and easy, and Lucifer being Highly Invested makes it work out nicely in his favor.

He's tempted to push, trap Istredd against a tree.

But while he's confident they can get out of the forest by their sheer level of blood contents, even he doesn't want to toy with Fate. Lucifer has had enough Hunting Ground trips go quickly sour to know better.

"And you didn't need any help. Those felines are my primary, preferred opponent. Their swiftness, ruthlessness, tricks... all make them very good to up your game against." He splays his hands against Istredd's back, nips at the underside of his ear, and then forces himself to draw away. "I'm confident that if your magic ever gets suppressed again, you'll be just fine." Enough, anyway. Enough matters.