It doesn't take work for him to be charismatic but he has to care. And he just. Doesn't, most days. Taking all his building blocks and past successes and putting them to use in Abraxas seems paltry to what he's had to claw together for himself in his world and why should he put the time and energy into it, here?

But oh, sure, he's been wading into more acceptable levels of effort. Because apparently he's had to learn what having a life for himself and not just goals means.

"Oh, but the gore bits would be such a good midnight snack," Lucifer sings. He's kidding.

He's kidding mostly.

Lucifer's put some questionable things into his mouth, alright.

He sorts through an odd array of pouches-within pouches at his hip, all empty, separate from his primary bag, before he extracts an organ that Istredd Will Not Want to Witness. He places it into one of the inside-pouches and whispers an Abraxan incant, tapping a sigil and activating the enchantment.

And then he shifts the corpse to continue to the next needed part.

"Don't get me wrong, while you're plenty enticing on your own, mmmm," it's weird working out where his interests in bed lie while he's filleting a corpse, "I think it's the freshness that matters."

But he does appreciate the offer.