“I guess the real question in all of this,” Lucifer says, the cold winds whipping around them, “is how cold tolerant you are.”

Arguably, Lucifer used to be better with the cold. It was his entire deal. But then he got his grace gutted and he's been a little less than stellar. Being in the Horizon puts him on a more normal level. So... could be worse, all things considered.

Except they've already made it to the bottom of this mountain once and the weird UFO-flying hands flipped it like they were on an hourglass and Lucifer... Lucifer's got nothing.

He's really, really got nothing.