For a moment, Lucifer just lets the question hang, tilting his head over toward his right shoulder, then back toward his left. Then his hands, moving together, palms flat, run from Gabriel's belly along his chest, and part dropping aside again, a long thoughtful touch, still accompanied by silence.

"That depends on what you mean by regret," he admitted, which was neither a yes or a no. If anything, he was just enjoying watching Gabriel squirm, considering his brother's oneupmanship about this whole sex thing.

"But the question remains: if I eviscerate you, where would I get my kicks?"