Lucifer rubbed his eyebrow with his thumb. Made an intensely frustrated noise.

He was just not going to get any amount of decent sleep tonight.

He slammed back his drink, filled it with another two measures of scotch, and then marched back across the hallway, back into the guest room. "You know beds are for laying down in," he said, sitting down on the other end. "You have a concussion, you need to get some bloody rest."