Dude, you- don't wanna piss him off. Maybe, you know...

[He pauses, closes his eyes, opens them and sighs, having obviously decided to say whatever it is anyway. Trust, Lucifer, isn't it nice to sort-of have?]

Maybe God is sitting on His hands right now, but Death doesn't take any crap. I mean- maybe you don't actually know that, but I've seen it.

Just... word to the wise.