Lucifer materialized without fanfare at the tail-end of Uriel's reply and had to suppress a frown. If Uriel refused to fight, then the Seraph might not be as useful as The Morningstar wished.

Mindful of his audience, he did not let any of his disappointment show as he stepped up to Uriel's side, gently brushing the angel's wings as he slid a possessive arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close to the warmth of his body. "Is everything alright, Uriel? You sounded upset." His tone was soothing, everything about his posture both comforting and protective.