It's Abraxan magic, IE the Singularity, IE it sounds like a you problem. [Get Over Yourself, buddy.

He's already turning and moving for the door.] I cleared out the pods here. Let's go. [Looks both ways before crossing the noxious road, and heads for the next house.] I suppose you won't work as bait anymore, all dressed up like them with their guts as you are. [The second door doesn't open, rusted hinges and wood rotting together with the doorframe. A quick, hard, shouldering into it get the door to move open, and then seconds later he's slamming the door closed again and stepping back as fangs sink into the door instead of him.

Lucifer smacks his lips.] They're not decent for accepting visitors. [He says, jokingly.]