"Exercising care," he says. "Such a convenient excuse."

And Daniel, pain-in-the-ass, won't-die human that he is, has apparently managed to misread the Morningstar. Lucifer wants blood and retribution, yes, but it's specific blood he wants and specific retribution. He could lay waste to this universe if he wanted to, but why would he? What purpose would it serve, how would it put him any closer to his goals?

He tilts his head, leveling that birdlike curious gaze at the projection of Daniel.

"What would I want with this universe?"