[oh, there's a jump. Sam sits up as much as Lucifer's arm will allow, feeling suddenly more awake. That shit still hurts, you know, Lucifer. Try some warning. But the surprise of the branding means the jolt is brief, like a needle-prick, and that familiar pattern is back when he looks at his hip, pink and fresh.]

Yeah... yeah, I mean - [he shakes his head; he's paying attention, he promises] I mean, no, it's not. I was shifted, and I had to kill a vampire. So I shifted back inside them. ...Took care of my problem, but it turns out that's a messy way to solve things.