These limitations certainly aren’t something Lucifer is accustomed to, but he’s in no position to retaliate or say otherwise. His mind had been foggy briefly, as well as there being a dulling ache. He’s thankful to have shaken most of it off, but he feels sluggish nonetheless. Lucifer still manages to walk with some grace, his head held high and wearing a smile despite this worrying outcome. To be put into some city against his will, and having been stripped of some of his powers would warrant immediate concern, to say the least. But his chest feels more alive - and he’s out of the shaded garden. Not that that would matter .... he felt it somewhat a blessing as well as a curse to spend his days somewhere comforting, but melancholic.
It’s funny that circumstances continue to play as though pre-destined. Again, he doesn’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse, but that aroma is unmistakable. He walks into the cafe as though oblivious.