[Lucifer peered at Sam, Nick's head gradually tilted as he examined him. After a long moment of silence, Lucifer righted his borrowed body and let out a slow, quiet hum. Sam was telling the truth, he was being sincere. Lucifer was still mad, in that way that people who are hurt deeply by a misstep often were, but Sam had never been quite this...open.

This behavior was deserving of some reward, however slight.]

I shouldn't hold Nick's request against you, I suppose. Jess is outside my abilities to raise, as well. You never asked, but I couldn't have granted it if you had.

[They'd come to this point because Sam was perpetually trying to defeat him, to diffuse the future as soon as possible. Sam's stubbornness had one source and it persisted even here. He refused to say "Yes," refused to end the world. It was almost funny how much duress the human put on himself, how dark the path looked with only part of the information on hand.]

You didn't ask why Nick said "Yes" to me, if I couldn't grant his wish...and you've never asked why you say it, either.

Do you want to know, Sam?