Lucifer tightens his grip. Jack pointedly digs his elbow into Lucifer's ribs at the most annoying, jabby angle possible. It's pure pettiness incarnate.

"Yes," he says defensively, and then promptly begins the inevitably unsuccessful hunt for a lie — because he's so good at that. "I've- been."

...

"Using... them."

That counts as anything, right? That totally counts. That's, like. Practice. Or something.