[Aww, they're so cute, is what Lucifer thinks, while the other part of his brain is like "no you don't understand, what my siblings consider pranks are usually done with lethal intent".]

...it does, truly. I love those fools to death. [ahems, looks away because he can't say that To His Siblings and can only say it to his darling cultists and now he's embarrassed because he did just say that out loud.] You'll have to tell me what your favourite food is. I'll cook for you. It would be remiss of me not to feed my guests, after all.