That actually prompts a deep rumble of laughter, one that's filled with smugness and one that Lucifer doesn't bother to try and stifle.

Who ever said that I was going to kill you, little Guardian mine?

Honestly, he's not uncertain that he could; he has before. But there's something about being accused like that that's honestly amusing. Really, did all Guardians assume that his kind were so brutish? While certainly they had gained a reputation, that didn't mean that it was entirely true. If anything, he's far more content to play with his prey right now, because he's so unused to having anyone stand up to him like this.

It's hard to grin, but he manages it the best he can, revealing row upon row of sharpened fangs as he lowers his head to be on level with the Hunter before him.

We're getting ahead of ourselves now, aren't we?