That was what Henry would have chosen, had he had the wherewithal to be able to speak. Instead he was just dealing with each wave of pain, trying to manage through them.
Lucifer nodded at Iestyn and then he turned to backhand Henry roughly across the face. Lucifer didn't often do this kind of dirty work himself, but this was revenge and he was enjoying it. What followed was an onslaught of violence where Lucifer attacked him brutally, again and again. Henry was left with a split lip, a swollen eye, and several bruises blooming deeply all over his face and chest. While Lucifer was finally letting him down, Henry leaned to the side and he spat blood out of his mouth, a tooth hideously landing on the floor and bouncing away.
There was no way he was making it back into the cell himself. He groaned and rolled onto his back, and Lucifer dragged him back into the cell. "Clean him up, there's more to come soon," Lucifer said, moving to the little cabinet in the basement, to retrieve a cloth and a first aid kid. He tossed both into the cell, and left the basement.
Henry grunted and he tried to say Iestyn's name, but he couldn't speak.