"Confident?" That gets a little chuckle from Lucifer for being a glorious understatement. "My confidence has led more than one of them to forget how sharp my mind can be. I have always been more diplomatic and thoughtful, even if you receive more of my patience than any other. It surprises many to learn that I was God's advisor, and Michael is the warlord."

Lucifer wraps in, laying a leg over Balthazar and pulling as close as he can into all the nuzzling. "I wonder if Moloch senses Crowley on him?" Lucifer isn't really asking, per say, more thinking out loud. "Unfortunately, stick up their asses describes far too many angels."

"I have tried." Lucifer sighs with disappointment and places a gentle kiss on Bathazar's forehead. The optimism and seemingly unfaltering desire to find a way through things were among the many traits he adored about the other angel. "I suspect it is part of our curses which renders the wounds of the fall incurable. I cannot imagine any other reason a creator could not repair them. Your origin in another creation may help soothe the envy but he is quite bitter. I used to be about my damage too. I understand his place, and you can ask me anything that might help with his recovery."

Lucifer cared deeply for all of his companions. Tried to make the best for all of them. Some had eluded his attempts to heal their trauma. While most recovered, the few still in despair weighed on the king.