He snorts mildly as the dogs react, not necessarily because of the words and maybe just circumstantial timing, but it's amusing nonetheless. He digs into the bag he wears at his side, a particular pocket that's lesser used for himself and generally others, where there's an odd collection of dried meats and a handful of berries (though he sometimes manages to snag one of Kyle's mysterious fruit if he's out of the territory).

He hides the pulled-out meats just slightly in his hand though knows the dogs must smell it, and let's Mace see it like this is some obscure magic trick. You don't just offer food to someone's dogs without their permission. What if they have a strict human meat diet! Or it's against their training!

(That Lucifer connects with animals more than people likely says too much about him as a creature.)

"Oh, of course," he agrees, a bit boisterous, and bit forced much the same. His expression shifts though, because while yes, it's Ambrose that brought him here... that research had to have been from the Ninth High Mage. And for whatever went wrong there, that mage was exiled for it.

Lucifer hums, trying to figure out how to navigate a potentially taboo subject. "He must have spent a lot of time on that research to try and better improve that spell. Mages and their tunnel-vision, bet he barely ate or slept," he says this with the slightest revealed fondness, but it is absolutely not for Ambrose. "No offense."