(( Lucas sees the punch coming. Just barely since he's so singularly focused on Lucifer. He sees it a second before it lands and, honestly, he probably deserves it so he doesn't make any effort to avoid it. Alas, he doesn't even stagger. Just rolls his head with it and flexes his jaw once it's done. David really isn't a strong guy...

Lucifer? He just laughs again, a peal echoing in sharp contrast to the mood of the scene. Alright, alright! I'll leave you lovebirds to it. But then he taps a finger to his lips and lets a very fake astonishment come over his face. Oh. Oh! Have you not told him? Oh, little broth—. Lucas rounds on him, an accusatory finger in his face and all the frustration of his lifetime in his voice. ))

Stop calling me that, Lucifer! For once in your life, just shut up or I'll rip that silver tongue out of your mouth!

(( Lucifer throws his hands up and takes a step back. He's not here to get into a fight. He lifts his hand to his mouth and make a gesture like he's zipping if closed, then simply waves goodbye like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. As soon as he turns his back, Lucas jerks around to stare at David (who looks about as angry as Lucas is, if he's honest). ))

I told you not to get involved with him, didn't I?