"Odd, I don't do most things alone these days," he says, face scrunched up in thought. He shrugs and adds, "That's not a fault to you, or anyone." Of the people that Lucifer is constantly around. Some of it is still leftover from when they were all kidnapped. That need to make sure they're all here, not lost out of his control, again.

The rest is just that desire to be around people, something that's been stripped away from him for so long, an integral part of angels that he isn't above.

His selected bunch are a little weird. And a lot screwed up. But they're his and they're not going anywhere. Who'd have ever thought he'd garner true loyalty just by being himself.

He does sink back to the ground, legs folded under him, and carefully sets to work on the more grimy part of this dissection, trusting Istredd to make sure they aren't disturbed.

"I might, from time to time," he continues. Do this alone. But it's not a would you rather kind of deal.