[He tries to resist it but, of course, can't even begin to manage that and that feeling of being flustered is long gone, replaced instead with that kind of distant look everyone always gets when Lucifer does this.]
... I don't want to be broken, anymore. [Says it faintly, quietly.] If I were stronger, better, no one would have to keep sacrificing for me. I could protect my friends, I could reach my goals, I could... be with him.