Somehow, it's not where he anticipated this conversation to turn. But everything revolves around the coming war now, doesn't it? Lucifer's warning echoes in his mind: Your title means nothing to anyone in charge. I don't think there's any more playing under the radar.

"You think I'll need it?"

He can't hide the tic in his jaw any more than he can hide the anxiety thinning his voice. His fingers sort of cannibalize themselves in the meantime, nails picking at skin.