"You're in poor taste, Lucy" he fires back, a childish rebuttal in an attempt to keep the mood light. He rolls he eyes and lifts his glass to his lips to take a sip. After a moment, he shrugs. "Yeah. That's pretty much what I want. Why do you care? This isn't even our universe. It's not like I'm interfering with the divine plan. There's no plan."

He cocks his head at Lucifer, and an analytic expression briefly crosses his face. He already knows that he can't convince Lucifer that humanity is worth saving. Half of the time he's not even sure of that himself, but maybe he can convince him that this universe doesn't belong to him. "Not even a divine chess game. Not even divine strip poker." He cringes. "A horrifying as that would be."

He huffs out a laugh, then shakes his head. "Look, I was here before you," He taps his temple with one finger. "When it was quiet up here. We haven't got jurisdiction, bro. There's no Heaven for you to take back. No machine to rage against. We're in their world, not the other way round." He still has trouble with that himself. But the TARDIS is right about that. He doesn't have the right to punish people when he wasn't created to do that here.

He shrugs, "Why begrudge me a distraction or two, in this..." He waves his empty hand vaguely "...empty universe? What have you got to gain from interfering?"