[ When Lucifer starts muttering about Alastor Maurice has to do a little squint. Not out of disapproval but out of confusion because he isn't sure if he's still being spoken to. He snaps back to attention when it becomes clear that he is. ]

Oh...

[ Huh. He has to think about that for a minute. Maurice hasn't noticed, but his tail has slowly come unwound from around his feet and now he's standing more at ease. It seems the devil has some problems...and that makes him relatable. And Maurice is nothing if not desperate for someone to relate to. Being a vampire was very lonely, even if you had a Murder breathing down your neck. ]

Well...thanks for clearin' that up, Mr. Lucifer. I was so worried when I woke up here--because, well, Terri told me something different happened to you if you died without all of your soul in tact. But this is a lot better than what she talked about.

[ He tips his head to the side, looking down at Lucifer. He doesn't say anything, he's just looking. Observing. Thinking. Maybe he's insane or maybe dying a second time has made him bold, but he thinks he might be able to find a friend in this tiny man.]