"It does not matter." Lucifer understood the feelings coming off the other angel. God had harassed and injured enough of his lovers to feel the sentiment right down to his core.

He focuses on cutting the chicken though and tries to turn the conversation to something lighter and less anger inducing. "You already know what my lover is like, tell me about Jack."

He's hoping it will focus the angel on something a little happier. Pausing in his work he gets down two brandy glasses and pours them both some of the peach brandy he makes. His own Balthazar likes it for the sweet, burning bite. Lucifer can't see why his alternate won't also be fond of it.