"Maybe that might be best. I'm just not quite with it right now."

Sighing softly he relinquished the knife to Lucifer, who of course, would cut the vegetables up expertly. It was hard being in love and being in emotional turmoil at the same time. He picked up his brandy and took a large gulp, enjoying the complex flavours and fiery burn on the way down.

"I'm hoping once I learn to cook that I can provide for Jack instead of him living off meagre rations."

Was Lucifer almost acting like a father figure? The angel could not help but feel that from him right now. Helping him with his feelings and offering love advice? He definitely needed it.