Lucifer chuckled at that, his voice going a bit lower, a bit darker. "Oh, I'd like to see you try, hotshot."

Picking a fight was a horrible idea. Well, another fight. But anyway, it was still a bad idea. He didn't have all that much in the way of powers anymore, even if Lucifer did miss the good old days. His weapons were his wit and way with words. Fists? Not so much.

"What horrible thing threw you in here, anyway? It must have been bad if you don't even want to do a sing-along." Everyone hated sing-alongs. That's why he loved them.