"I was always drawn to the introverted sorts, in my own Host," Balthazar says. "Trying to draw them out, I suppose. I irritated Castiel that way, but Anna liked it."

The nostalgia thrums through his Grace quietly. It's too late for the Anabiel of his world, but if another were to come to the Nexus, he thinks she would get along well with Lucifer's angels. She'd like Mulciber. She always excelled at practicality and sense.

Balthazar nuzzles into Lucifer's hair with a sigh of pleasure, though a moment later the mention of an injured ophan sobers him some. "I'd like that. I haven't done so well making friends with Moloch, unfortunately, but...well. It won't hurt anything to try."

He doesn't need to fight, or even especially want to, but Balthazar does need to be a part of things, a helpmate and not merely a lovable decoration.