He reaches up to rap his knuckles against the heavy door, like he highly disbelieves Geralt's statement. No burst of magic this time, he notes. But the door isn't locked. Hm. He's going to have to look further into this. Lock and relock their bedroom door, maybe.

"My secrets matter less in this world," Lucifer answers. There are people in Thorne--and Solvunn--that know exactly who and what he is, with varying reactions to the knowledge. Jack's nonchalance and Wanda's acceptance. If Geralt values his horse, he won't make it a real question.

"How about this? I stop prying into your creepy basement if you tell me what you are and why Dean Winchester can stomach your monstrous nature and the screams in said basement?"