He raises his brows and widens his eyes to show just how serious he is, because he's not about to relent until he's sure that he's safe from whatever icy terror might befall him next. As soon as she swears, it's like a switch goes off.

Lucifer is all smiles, drops any potential projectiles, and brushes his hands of the icy remnants. "Better than," he agrees cheerfully. "The only thing that could make this any better would be if we could find ourselves a hot nip of something boozy. I do something terribly wicked with brandy and cayenne pepper that has quite the apt name, but it also requires a touch of creme de menthe, which I don't think has been sent along."