A few meandering steps towards the Gates (They really were excessive. What was the point of having an entry way so... decorated?) and Lucifer paused for a smoke. He didn't need to smoke, but it was always appreciated. The cigarette was lit with a match (He did prefer matches to lighters) and a long draw was his sigh of annoyance.

"...you know, I already conceded on the sunsets, and this is hardly your best work." He said, sort of towards the sky. Not like it really mattered, he could be 'talking to Hell below' and He would still hear it. He was that kind of bastard. This did bring his gaze, however, to a child playing with one of the journals. It was the first time that he had seen a person here not blonde and blue eyed (the thing with Duma didn't count as a person). Curiousity killed the cat, but the little rhyme says nothing about the devil. Lucifer made his way over.