( his brain snags, loose thread thoughts. mid motion, he feels danny's fingers on his neck, prickling all the way down his spine like a rankled kitten. he stiffens, then gets back to task. the runes glow in a faint reddish light, but it's small and slight and doesn't have much effect, causing a pout to mar luci's mouth, kissing his teeth. luckily, he's not too disappointed when he has a new thing to poke at, so he tilts his head up to danny, flashing another draconic smile. )

Handsome Devil, is he?

( this is devil dad humor. he invented the tight five.

in any case, danny looks like the kid with his hand in the cookie jar, a small dusting of gold on his cupid's bow. a lot of damage could be done with luci's blood, but he doesn't mind chaos, and isn't sure he intended to be anything other than curious, which lucifer potentially also invented. he was, at least, a trailblazer. lines get blurred. he tuts his tongue, lifting his finger still partly coated in danny's blood, and wags it at him. )

You shouldn't have done that. ( not entirely sure why. can't remember. he'll probably have hellish nightmares tonight, or accidentally light something on fire with a thought. lucifer stands up, dusting off his knees, smudging blood on his shorts. ) If a man meets the Leviathan in a field, and drinks of the Devil's cup without first knowing the consequences, would you say that man is a smart man?

( almost professorially, luci tucks his hands behind his back and starts to circle danny and the minotaur both, though one has his attention a bit more than the other. )