The nip gets a slight intake of air as nips usually do and he leans into Lucifer as he retreats, physically protesting the space before he can think of the words, and forces himself to stop before trying to pull him back. It's smart, even if they could fight more, they shouldn't. It's entirely Lucifer's fault that he gets caught up in him, of that Istredd believes strongly.

"The trained warriors weren't doing much good in there either." So it wasn't only about magic suppression, they were all fucked up in a variety of ways. But Istredd knows what he's doing. It does make him feel less helpless. "But it helps, Lucifer." It's not easy to react to loved ones struggling. Lucifer's been doing his best.

"If I kiss you again we're not leaving so. Ten feet apart." Istredd's joking. Mostly. They're always playing a little bit with fire, it's the problem. He does finally become aware of just what a disaster he looks like but it doesn't make him stomach turn. Blood, eh. He reaches down to pull Lucifer's spear out and offer it to him.

"Any way we could ... bring the corpses there and they can do the tearing it apart aspect?" It's hopeful because he would much rather carry them out than have to carry out whatever pieces Lucifer has instead.