Compromise
"I knew you would show up." Death says, lying down by Mazikeen, idly playing with her hand. Lucifer does not respond. She is Death, after all. What response is there? "Some of us say this is all your fault." Death continues, giving him a glance that is unreadable. It merely irritates the demon lord. "And what is your opinion?" Death grins, alarming at the same time it is comforting. "Me? I have no real opinion compared to, say, Desire. SisBro wants to keep Mazzy around. I doubt the goodwill of the gesture, but the opinion seems to be shared by most of the others." Lucifer's gaze is now on Mazikeen, who has not moved during the entirety of the time they have been there. He knows she is in half sleep, close to the edge. Any slight imbalance will push or pull. "Why is it that you've taken such an interest in her?" Death flicks some of her hair back. "We've been around far too long for ordinary things to impress us. We think she's notable, all things considered." That was the closest to an invitation to convince her to keep Mazikeen alive that he would ever get. "She is not ready to die." He remarks, formulating a plan. Death's smile reveals she knows all about his idea. "Ready in mind, and sometimes that's all it really takes." Lucifer hesitates. Death sighs. "Come on, even worms can show some sort of fondness for a certain type of soil. Being all high and mighty as you are, I would imagine that you can love her." An insult and warning all wrapped into a neat package. "I am able to find a certain amount of fondness for things." Lucifer replies haughtily. "Really?" Death remarks dryly, only her eyes giving any hint of her goodwill. "I don't believe it." It is almost at a conclusion. He plays his part well. "What better way to find out than to try?" A large grin crosses Death's face. "Is that so? I think it's worth a try then..."