The fact that something so small would dare to touch him in such a way is vexing, and for a moment Lucifer almost does contemplate biting, if only to teach the man a lesson in humility. He does stay his maw, however, because he isn't willing to give up his fun just quite yet.

Instead he growls, low and deep, exhaling sharply through his nostrils and firmly planting himself in the man's way.

You, oh Guardian mine, are far more interesting.