Magneto wouldn't dream of trying to make Lucifer nice in any light. But he wasn't completely, yet, a lost cause. His brows tic, almost dismissive. "Believe what you wish. Or ask the question you mean to."

He glanced back at her, mouth set to slightly amused. "I see. You said you knew Gabriel's magic." He paused, as if considering. "He's a trickster, in his world. Did you know? So are coyotes, according to lore. Anyway, mind if I ask how?"