"Right, this is pointless, and I'm tired of this."

Tired, and absolutely not interested in seeing what happened if this went on much longer. If Wade managed to execute some kind of plan, or tried to attack one of them, or otherwise forced their hand-- no. Not again.

The great joy of celestial strength was that all that was really required was a love tap; Lucifer leaned forward and smacked the side of Wade's head with the palm of his hand, and watched the man go down like a sack of potatoes.

"Honestly!"