[ He does, though the recognition isn't instant. But old things smell old, and Lucifer is one of those things. He doesn't like him. That should be a joke but it isn't. Lucifer. The Devil. He's just an interfering asshole as far as Eric is concerned. But what could he do about it? Kill him?
Sam looked nervous, and Eric did his best not to let that make him nervous. He followed Sam's gaze to the box, and then back again. ]
Right.
[ He lifted his head warily, looking around, listening, and then he got to his feet and zipped away. He checked every room before he came back. ]
That's it. Step into the trap, my pretty? That's the routine? Is this a joke?
[ Part of him wanted to know if it would work, but not - he thought - enough to actually step into it. ]
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Sam looked nervous, and Eric did his best not to let that make him nervous. He followed Sam's gaze to the box, and then back again. ]
Right.
[ He lifted his head warily, looking around, listening, and then he got to his feet and zipped away. He checked every room before he came back. ]
That's it. Step into the trap, my pretty? That's the routine? Is this a joke?
[ Part of him wanted to know if it would work, but not - he thought - enough to actually step into it. ]