Cassiopeia's View Foreign terrain is by far the most treacherous

Lucifer's muzzle lowered back to it's usual proud a stance a strong his gaze fell on Semira. He typically didn't show his manners, but this time he tipped his head gracefully.

"You have skill with battle." He replied, his deep voice vibrating with his usual tone and a wry grimace crept up his features. "I never would have guessed." He wasn't being his usual evil self, but an unusual sense of humor had crept in. Huh, surprising. It must be the father-battle effect taking its toll.

Lucifer sat down next to her, his cool gaze studying her carefully. "What's your name, wolf?" He realized he had never talked to her, or even me that her before.