He can't help but grin at the pride. Lucifer listens to his descriptions, still facinated by the differences in creations. "Only angels bear weapons in my Creation, and each has thier own that is bound to them. So, is our armor. God manifests his punishments from his creative power. He used lightning to strike me down when I wounded Him."

He would remember the preference for drinking. The quiet is welcome, he opens his wings to stretch them. They had been curled around the other angel for so long they felt cramped. Though when they relax again he lays them against Balthazar.

"There is another angel with a Fallen?" Lucifer laughs at the idea, even if it is just friendship. He had a deep appreciation of the lines it crossed, even if they didn't matter here. Maybe here this would be a little less dangerous and out of place than in either of thier own Creations. "I do not go around randomly terrorizing, usually, but I can do nothing for my reputation."