He doesn't even bother arguing that he doesn't come when called. Istredd indulges him enough on a daily basis that Lucifer can allow the same... kindness? It's a kindness, isn't it.

He tries not to think too long on that, and slips away from listening to chatter about other combatants to find Istredd.

"Well," he says mildly. "You don't completely look like a shriveled grape yet."