[He sets his jaw, and that puts him in prime position for that punch to really hurt. He lets out a quiet, frustrated noise and whips a hand out to grab Squalo's wrist, yanking him closer, until it's weirdly intimate.]

You don't learn from victories. Whatever the conflict is, Lucifer is scared of them. If he wasn't, they wouldn't get close enough to bother us.

[His grip tightens, and his gaze wanders over Squalo's face.]

It doesn't matter. I'm not going after them again, not when Hector isn't speaking to me.