One brow arched, and this time, the emotion reflected in his golden eyes was clear amusement. "I see," he said. After another sip of wine, he turned to face her, stepping away from the window. "Well, my dear, as you can clearly see, I am not being contained. I will grant that there have been efforts to keep me in Hell, but those threats are no longer a concern." God was the one who wanted him to return, but God couldn't force him. For all the power their Creator held, Lucifer had been given the strength of will to withstand.
"Was it mere curiosity that brought you here?" he asked, knowing it was not. "The need to see the validity of the rumors with your own eyes?"