Jim was right of course. “Maybe I just miss seeing your bambi-eyed little face,” Lucifer teased. He tossed the book away carelessly, the volume hitting the desk beside Jim’s bed and sliding slightly over the surface. Lucifer didn’t get up, he simply turned his body to face the younger boy as he Jim approached. “You’re always so cold, Jimmy boy, I’m going to start thinking you don’t like me. What happened to the good old days of our lovely mentor/apprentice relationship?”
"Bambi-eyed?" Jim started with, raising a brow at him. That was certainly a first. As the book was tossed he followed its trejectory before scoffing and bringing his eyes back to Lucifer. "That was a good relationship then? You must not have many, which is surprsing to me, condering." He approached his bed, bag forgotten, arms tucked into his pockets. "It’s not that I don’t like you Lucifer, I just prefer you to not be here. What did you need?" He asked.