Lucifer moves to stand directly in front of Gabriel, a few feet away from where he sits.

"No one tells us our place. It is whatever we dictate it to be."

He watches, with perhaps more care than is due, as Gabriel stretches his injured wing as though it pains him; the fact that his brother has been harmed is a matter of concern. It would be prudent to know if there is someone here capable of injuring an archangel, of course, but it's mostly because no one hurts Lucifer's brothers but him.

"So you tried to fly back through?" An exasperated expression twists his face; that explains the injuries. "You can't be taught, can you?"

Always reckless, Gabriel.