"I know you're a century old," soon, "but you're going to eventually run out of people to tell me about every time I blow a fuse."

It's not that Istredd's explanation just bounces right off of Lucifer. He thought at first it might just be drivel, but he caught on to the point quick enough, even if it felt so very small to Lucifer.

But he doesn't outright dismiss the story either, so there's that.

And... then the point he thought Istredd was making--getting everything you wanted and then letting it go--isn't actually what he was going for, and instead a bit worse, on multiple levels.

He shakes his head and levers himself up out of the crouch he had fallen into, and leans down just enough, offering Istredd his arm.

"You really need better friends," Lucifer says. But this is what he's got, this out-of-sorts devil (that really does need to get a conversation with Geralt now), offering him help up.

The right messes they both are.