[Through the little spiel, Lucifer kept watch on him, sipping his drink as the little pew pew toy was aimed at him. The man clearly had a chip on his shoulder, which Lucifer could even related to, but my my, wasn't he rude?]

Can't be hurt, actually. Certainly not by you, unless you've got a little angel in you.

[There was a joke there that made his lips twitch into a smile, one he didn't bother trying to hide.]

As for if you're missing anything, I'd have to say yes, I believe you are. Quite a bit, actually. And so quick to jump to threats. Let me guess, daddy issues? Believe me, I'm well aware of that feeling.