"Liam Hostwell…" Lucifer leaned back a little in the seat, grinning slightly to himself as he let his gaze flicker over the file. He looked up briefly to watch Michael and Pierce leave, a smirk settling on his lips despite himself. It was about damn time someone stood up to Michael and told him off like he deserved - Of course, unfortunate that it was Pierce that did so. He hated Pierce. Cain against the Archangel Michael… Fight of the Millenia, people, come one, come all. And he couldn't help but wonder who would win, in that fight…

He stopped, and dropped the file, blinking as he stared down. Michael's Sword. The only thing they hadn't tried - A blade forged in Heaven. The sword could supposedly kill anything - Which made Lucifer wonder, for a second, if maybe it could break the curse and kill Cain once and for all.

Now, was he willing to get close to the sword that he'd been stabbed with one too many times? Not particularly. But if he could get it from Michael, somehow, then maybe he could use it on Cain and finish him off. He had promised to find a way to kill him - And, well, he couldn't leave without keeping that promise. He was a Devil of his word, wasn't he? Grinning slightly now, Lucifer sat back once more and picked the file back up, forcing himself to focus.

And then, remembering that Michael wasn't on this case and he didn't need to focus, he abruptly dropped it again. He could go back to being his usually annoying self. Okay, maybe not as annoying, and maybe he'd do some work, but he wasn't going to do all of it, or as much as he had done with the previous one. After all, he now had his smart, amazing partner back, and Chloe Decker was the best of the best. But he was taking back his title of "annoying ass partner" one way or the next.

He adjusted his suit and looked up, toward Chloe and Ella. They were still talking - About what, Lucifer didn't know, but he wasn't particularly interested. The two dicks were working together, and he was free to be with his old partner for the rest of the day - Yeah, he felt pretty good. Smirking, he pushed the chair back and began to spin himself around, humming. He'd been right - Today was going to be a good day. Even though he'd gotten his wings back. There was nothing he could do about that, and cutting them off would both give him a weakness and just be completely futile, because he knew without a doubt that they would just return.

The Devil was still spinning when Chloe came back; She grabbed the chair with one hand to stop him, and he looked up, blinking innocently and offering her a sweet little smile through the dizziness. "You're going to be completely annoying all day, aren't you."

"Indeed I am, Detective," Lucifer replied with a grin. Despite herself, Chloe chuckled and pulled up another chair, sitting down and grabbing the file.

"Good," was all she said, before falling silent and looking down to read. Lucifer was… Honestly pleased by that. As annoying as he was, the Detective still liked him. And, well, who wouldn't? He was a likable person, wasn't he? More likable than his siblings, at least. And definitely more likable than Michael… Ah, yeah, he was definitely a joy to be around, and everyone knew it. Even the Detective. He knew she'd realize it eventually. "Okay, so Liam was…"

"Twenty-six, a mailman, died from multiple stab wounds to the stomach," Lucifer recited with ease spinning the chair around again. He ignored the faintly surprised look from Chloe, leaning his head back to look up at the ceiling as he spun. "Murder weapon - A kitchen knife - was found at the scene, fingerprints too smudged to- Hey," he complained when Chloe stopped him from spinning, sinking back into the chair with a frown.

"First off, good job for doing your research, second off, if you spin the chair one more time, you're sitting on the floor," Chloe told him sternly, but amusement was glittering through her eyes. Despite that, Lucifer could tell she wasn't joking, so he did stop. Because the floor was uncomfortable and he was very aware of that. "But, anyway, yeah, the fingerprints were too smudged to identify, so Ella's gonna run some other tests and see what we can get. Apparently the last person he spoke to was his best friend, so we need to bring him in for questioning."

"Wonderful," Lucifer responded, offering her a bright grin. "Can I drive?"

"No," Chloe told him, setting the file down and standing up. Lucifer hummed faintly in disappointment and stood up as well, starting to move past him, but Chloe stopped him before he could. "Are you feeling better?" She checked, gaze darting to his arm, then back up to his face.

Lucifer blinked and looked down for a second. His arm still hurt a little, but not as bad as yesterday. The rest of him hardly hurt at all. The Devil hummed and looked up, flashing his usual shit-eating grin at her. "Fit as a fiddle, Detective."

Chloe squinted, studying him for a moment. "You sure?"

"Positive," Lucifer replied, chuckling. "Now, let's go catch a killer, hm?" He brushed past her again and headed off. "Better hurry on, now, or I may just leave without you." He heard a small laugh from Chloe, and grinned a little to himself as the Detective fell into step with him, looking amused.

"You don't even know where we're going."

"... Fair enough," Lucifer relented, pausing as he passed Ella. The girl stopped as well, looking up at him and offering her usual, cheerful grin. "Hello, Miss Lopez. Did my brother enjoy the "house of intoxicants"?"

"Very much so. I figured out he liked white wine," Ella responded with a laugh, eyes sparkling with amusement. Chloe tilted her head, not seeming to enjoy the topic of Michael in general, but she did seem faintly amused, herself. "Can you believe I got an arc- Uh, I got-" She stumbled over her words, eyes flashing with alarm for a second, and the smile that had previously been on Lucifer's face vanished in an instant. "Oh, I, uh-" Ella's gaze flickered to Chloe, then back to Lucifer. "I just, remembered, I gotta- Do- Something, so, uh, yeah!" With that, she rushed past them both.

Lucifer stared at where she had been standing for a long, long time before turning his head to look after her, a weird expression crossing his face. No. She was about to say archangel, wasn't she? He wondered, hands curling briefly into fists, and he shoved them both into his pockets wordlessly, taking a deep breath. Michael told her. The dumbass - No, what has he done?

The last person who'd known the truth had pretty much broken, at least for a while, after Lucifer had shown her. Ella was supposed to be innocent, and she was supposed to stay a sweet little ray of sunshine. Lucifer had already screwed up beyond belief by bringing Linda into all this crap, and oh, Dad, what had Michael been thinking, bringing Ella into it as well? Sure, maybe a bit hypocritical of him - Especially considering he wasn't exactly all too secretive about his title of "Satan", but that was for two reasons. One, nobody believed him anyway. And two, he didn't lie.

"Are you okay?" Chloe tilted her head, staring up at him. She looked completely bewildered, but seemed to be trying to shake it off. Lucifer shook his head to clear it, turning his gaze back to the Detective, then looking after Ella once more.

"I don't know," he responded honestly, clearing his throat and turning away, heading off once more. Chloe sighed, but followed, luckily not questioning anymore. Lucifer knew one thing - Or, two things. One, he was going to make sure he was right, and see if Ella really did know everything, and two? If she did, terror for his brother be damned, he'd had no right to bring her into any of this and Lucifer was going to see to it that he knew that.