[He looks halfway between confused and irritated, debating whether or not he could even trust what he had to say. There's no way he could risk hurting his brother by attacking, reluctantly listening even though he's certain the other is out of his mind.]
Lucifer? As in that smug archangel son of a bitch? Well that explains the pansy suit. [He remembers the name and it instantly makes him nervous, knowing the other was somewhat out of his league. Still, he can't help but push a little despite the possible consequences.]
I don't remember telling him any of that stuff. Why would I?