The word flee immediately makes an eyebrow climb, fixing Lucifer with an unimpressed look, even if there's a chuckle at cliché. "I mean, I could have stayed and danced if that's what you really wanted." He really doesn't mean danced. He bends, distracting himself with the flowers. Distractions are good. He sighs to himself.

God, he wishes he were better at these things. "Me leaving-" leaving. Not fleeing. "-wasn't a you thing. It was very much a me thing. The reason I left was because I could tell you were different and I couldn't get a lid on myself. It's the reason I've come to apologise, and explain myself at least a little bit. There's 5hings going on, but I'm not sure how much Balthazar would have told you after I spoke to him?"