Lucifer lacks sympathy, eyes dragging over Crowley and his turned-in posture. He can feel the anger burning inside him, a fire that will provide the foundations of Hell. The next statement causes him to push from his throne, sweeping towards the demon with a growl.
"You seem to be confused. You are not worthy of my gaze, let alone any personal details. We are not on level footing here, demon, and it would do you well to remember that." Lucifer spits the words at him, face twisted with disgust. "I can practically taste your weakness, your self-pitying - Perhaps I should subject you to a lashing, give you a real reason to feel sorry for yourself."