[ Lucifer barely looked at her, however; he was watching Dorian, because without his ability to read his soul, there really wasn't much to pick up on--like looking at a frame that had once held a beautiful painting, only the ragged edges of the canvas still clinging on where it had been cut away. ]

Bring me something I haven't tried before. [ He instructed, simply, and waved the woman away again. ]

But they must find you unnerving if they spent too long with you. That empty thing flopping about, nothing really real inside of it. Even the most inept idiots must eventually notice the difference.

Do you have many friends, Dorian?