Well, at least Gabriel now has a story to tell other people that isn't about how his big brother killed him, so that's got to be a turn up for the books. He drew away from the drawer, and sat on the edge of the bed instead. His eyes hung on Gabriel still, and he tipped his head to one side.

He reached out and patted the bed invitingly. If it could be called invitingly with Lucifer doing it.