It is funny that Istredd warned him about possible feelings and thought bleeding, and he isn't the one doing it. Lucifer is even in the most casual of ways. Istredd doesn't know the name Dean Winchester though it's apparently in line with his disgust about other things. He pauses, tilting his head curiously. Are there other people from your world here?

He knows about Michael and never considered asking if there were others. He doesn't know if that name is someone back home or someone here, but it seems like a reasonable thing to ask.

Istredd would like it if Lucifer forgot the joy of flustering him, thanks. He likes to keep his composure but it is very easy to spin him out, a fact he is hoping to keep secret. Due to embarrassment. Have you always been this sensitive to the cold? You're this all-powerful old being, and you hate winter.