He gives a thoughtful 'hmm' as he continues to work the snow into a shape that's attempting to be round. He's sure that Maze would be excellent at this and he does miss his little sex-demon now, if not always, but luckily, even Lucifer can figure out a snowball. "Puffy purple coats? So not only are they guilty of attacking me, but of trying to resurrect the eighties, how galling," is his overly-offended remark.

"Detective," he sing-songs, when she takes cover. "You can't hide forever. Come on, if my attackers are out there, surely you and I will do much better working together than apart!"

He can already feel his hair curling away from the styling he'd given it, which means revenge must be assured.