Lucifer reached into his jacket and pulled out his flask. What? He had an exceptionally hard time coming up with a reason to get in the middle of this.

Because seriously. It was Nathan. What did they have to lose, exactly?

Of course, as he lifted his chin to take the big, contemplative sip of whiskey he deserved, his eye felt on something else. Something... grey and windy and ominous.

"Hm," he said, lowering the flask. "Hello, inconvenient plot device..."