[He smiles and tips an imaginary cap. Then, he slips the money back into Sam's pocket and covers the beer himself. The least he can do, after all. It's likely that Sam will feel the devil's eyes on him out the door and a long way up the road. For a while, Lucifer just sits there, contemplating the feeling of Sam, of the concept of having Sam's skin back, of everything the two of them are.]
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[He smiles and tips an imaginary cap. Then, he slips the money back into Sam's pocket and covers the beer himself. The least he can do, after all. It's likely that Sam will feel the devil's eyes on him out the door and a long way up the road. For a while, Lucifer just sits there, contemplating the feeling of Sam, of the concept of having Sam's skin back, of everything the two of them are.]