Hey, What's With That Look?

"I don't want to change the world," Lucifer replied. "All I want is to live my life how I see fit. Let the ones who want to change the world change it. You don't need me for that. Just leave me alone."

"Do you think this is some kind of joke?" Steve snapped, slamming his fist on the table between them. "This is your future we're talking about! How dare you speak to me like that?"

Lucifer shook his head. "How dare I? No, how dare you? You come here and try to tell me what to do with my life. Like I said, I'm not you, Dad. I have my own dreams and goals. If you can't accept that, then maybe we shouldn't talk anymore."

Steve's face darkened, his jaw clenching as he glared at Lucifer. "Watch your mouth, boy. You're walking a thin line right now."

Lucifer returned the glare with one of his own. "Or what? What are you going to do about it? Disown me? Go ahead. I don't need you or your money."