[This actually causes Lucifer to look at him, studying him up and down, once. If that's not proof, he doesn't know what is - but it just solidifies his confidence that there's oh-so-much Sam doesn't know about them, about what they are. No idea that Sam's skin actually belongs to him, and has since before that skin even existed. Was made for him.

But that will all have to wait. It's a lot of work, convincing a young hunter to come around like that. But he's patient above all things. He has time.

Though the smile at the corner of his lip is hardly an aggressive one.]

I don't think you know what you're talking about. Not really. But I don't really care, to be honest. You can view me however you want. I'm not going to strike you down where you sit or reach out this very instant and drag you Below, or something absurd.

But I was going to tell you more stuff about this place, if you still want to hear it.