One of Sam's least favorite topics here, but he's finding every moment that passes scratches an urge within him, like fingernails inside his skull scraping to get the words out. He shifts uncomfortably, feeling suddenly too large for chairs that once felt perfectly accommodating. He slouches some, finds it doesn't help, but doesn't readjust.
"New world, new set of rules. We've known Lucifer to run scared for less."
Perhaps more notable to Sam is that Lucifer would back down to Geralt. Looking at the man, appreciating his attitude that says nothing is surprising or new, Sam doubts Lucifer's concern over Geralt and yet here they are; either Geralt's more dangerous than suggested or Lucifer's more impotent than he'd like. Maybe both. Regardless, the picture painted between the two of them — a conversation Sam wishes very much to have been a fly on the wall to see — doesn't bode particularly well for what he already knows to be a harrowing situation.
Sam's attention is on Geralt once more. "You declined Lucifer's offer, fine; I'm sure it's the right choice. But what was the method of control he suggested?"
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"New world, new set of rules. We've known Lucifer to run scared for less."
Perhaps more notable to Sam is that Lucifer would back down to Geralt. Looking at the man, appreciating his attitude that says nothing is surprising or new, Sam doubts Lucifer's concern over Geralt and yet here they are; either Geralt's more dangerous than suggested or Lucifer's more impotent than he'd like. Maybe both. Regardless, the picture painted between the two of them — a conversation Sam wishes very much to have been a fly on the wall to see — doesn't bode particularly well for what he already knows to be a harrowing situation.
Sam's attention is on Geralt once more. "You declined Lucifer's offer, fine; I'm sure it's the right choice. But what was the method of control he suggested?"