The question stops him in his tracks, and Lucifer can't help but blink almost owlishly as he tries to figure out if there's any further meaning behind it. It's...it's not something he's ever been asked before; generally humanoids were far more concerned about material gain and what they could get from wishes. This Guardian is a strange one indeed....

He watches curiously, also unsure about the fact that the Hunter was bearing his face to him. It was certainly a show of trust, or of overconfidence perhaps, and it provokes something strange in the back of his brain that trickles its way down his spine.

I do not want.

Which isn't quite true, but there's something ever so strange about this.

Or rather, what I want is to grant wishes.