Oh, she can only hope that she's responsible for his death in some way. It would certainly be a proud addition to her tidy list of sins.

No eye gouging, not yet. Instead, there's a moody huff as her hands slide to her hips,e yes narrow on one of the most infuriating people she's had the displeasure of working with. "At least I don't always reek of cheap booze, tobacco, and sex with whatever I can convince to spread their legs for me."

A pause. "And shouldn't we be focusing on why we're here in the first place? We have more pressing issues, Constantine!"

Lucifer is, undoubtedly, enjoying his vacation away from these two.