Nodding at the words, he pulled himself back to the present. Trying not to dwell on thoughts about his own brother's fate. Was he right to be making another cage for Lucifer? Incarceration was better than a death sentence... but really, his brother hadn't done any wrong since being trapped in Mount Weather, and he'd given his word that he wouldn't harm Castiel.
Reflex reaction had him nipping playfully at Lucifer's thumb before scooting backwards out of reach of any retaliation. Pushing his own dark thoughts aside, he offered Luci a smile. "I promise, no more wallowing. How about we head back to shore and I'll fix us some drinks?"