Lucifer doesn't move, doesn't raise a hand to snap his fingers, does nothing but exert his Grace in a manner that isn't visible on this plane of existence-- and blocks the nerves from sending signals to Rush's legs. He suffers a great many things on a daily basis in this awful empty universe, but his patience has its limits, and it turns out that having some little insect of a person walk away from him surpasses it.

"I believe you misunderstand me," he says, walking leisurely until he's even with Rush again. "I'm not asking. You will give me your information, in whatever manner your limitations allow. If you try to keep it from me, I will get in, ward or not, and I will be very angry when I do."

He examines his nails like they're far more interesting than the man before him. "Let's be reasonable here, Nicholas."