"Then why would I have had time to move!" What a cunt. If he doesn't die from lung cancer she'll give him high blood pressure and kill him from a kind of stress he's very much not used to having.

He doesn't want to hit her back but she's giving him fewer and fewer reasons not to. At least she didn't gouge his eyes out when he tried to fix her cut.

"Well don't let me stop you from taking your first one this decade," he snips. Yes, their arguing has devolved to YOU SMELL! levels of maturity. Lucifer is probably thanking his lucky stars right now that they're on a boat far away from hell right now.