"Well..." No, that probably wouldn't make it easier. It was unnerving how, once Lucifer had decided on something though, he never wavered. He just had this certainty about him...

And it hadn't always been a good certainty, with good intentions, but it was something Sam kind of envied right now.

He moved to settle on the edge of the bed next to Lucifer, looking him over quietly. "I know... I know."

And he did. He trusted Lucifer wouldn't lie to him. "And I'm not saying I don't want you. If I didn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation... It's just--"

He shrugged. "Do you know what you're getting into?"