[It was impossible to read the dead-eyed stare that Lucifer leveled on Sam. Angelic emotion often conflicted with the human ability to express it, but this was not one of those cases. The look he leveled on Sam, completely void of anything resembling sympathy but of absolute, flat understanding was an exact and perfect representation of Lucifer's feelings. There wasn't even a twinge of anything else as he replied.]

No.

[He hadn't moved back when he released Sam. Distance wasn't a serious factor in Sam's safety, after all, and Lucifer had little regard for personal space. The closeness added a level of disconnect between them that was truly staggering.]

I promised I would never hurt you Sam, I will promise, and I don't lie.

[Lucifer picked up the pantomime again, moved Nick as he usually did, and shook his vessel's head as that human-esque animation picked up.]

I would have given you anything you wanted Sam. I did, I granted your every request for a pittance, all you had to do was say the word and I upheld it, but you--you--had to go and do that. I thought you were special, Sam. I almost believed you, I did believe you, right before I was murdered.

But no, now I think I was wrong.

Shocking, I know, but you're really not that special, are you?

[Despite insulting Sam, Lucifer's speech was mired in self-reproach. As if he'd been silly and should have known better. He almost sounded disappointed, though it was very angry. When he finished, he just peered at Sam for a moment.]

You're just...human.

[If it were possible to load more disdain into any one word, no one had ever managed it.]