Lucifer reached for the bourbon as Duke spoke, and poured a full glass.

"Right, here is the part you don't seem to grasp," he said, taking a sip from the glass, "We are not in any way obligated to deal with your crap. I could be on a portal to Los Angeles in roughly 25 minutes, Octavia could probably live in the preserve for the rest of her life if it suited her fancy. We are choosing to deal with your crap because we want to." He waved the glass at Duke's entire... everything. "I don't know why this is such a hard thing for you to understand."