Aren't you?

[Said quietly into his glass, Lucifer staring down at the liquid as if it could tell him what he needed to know -- what he didn't even know he wanted to know. He lifted his gaze to watch her go, the dress shimmering over her and reminding him of previous conversations. Which just reminded him of previous interactions, specifically, that night.]

If he touches a hair on your head again, Detective, I'll gladly make it my mission to give him the adequate punishment for his sins.