Lucifer thought about what was being said, really thought about it, and he realized that she was right. Meri would probably shoot the person, at the very least, and since Gabi probably didn't have access to a firearm yet, holy oil and a lighter would have to be the next best thing. Mentally wincing, Lucifer shifted in his seat as he made a note to do his best not to be flippant about his baby brother around that one. He loved Gabriel to death, after all, and the majority of what he did, even when it came off oddly cruel, was out of that love, but it was probably better to play it safe around the kid until she realized that.
"Sammy really needs to relax," Lucifer said, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, I know I nearly drove him out of his gourd for awhile there, but I think we really started to connect. I could be good for him and visa versa. And really, if you'd asked me to put down money on the one of the boys to eventually figure out how to live with the things they're supposed to be killing, my money wouldn't have been on Dean, so... Maybe there's hope for Sam yet if he returns?"
Lucifer liked to think that, at least. He'd hoped, before, some small twisted part of him, that he might have been able to persuade both the boys to his side eventually. Because he did like them, even as much as he'd thrown in their way and hurt them, there had been an appeal in the pair, but now, well, now, he was just happy that there was some semblance of trust developing.
Even if he was the one switching sides this time.
As Meri dashed out of the room, Lucifer turned his gaze to follow her, a hint of amusement on his features that only doubled the second that Gabi dashed after her squealing, "Wait for meeeeeeee!" all the way. So it begins, indeed. Lucifer just hoped he was right about him having the toughness to deal with this.
"I can help, too!" He called after a moment, grinning at Claire and offering her a wink before moving to follow the girls.