Listening to the spotted woman as he continued to stand at ease, Lucifer gave her his full attention. The onyx male was mostly known for being hot headed and mean. He would usually start fights instead of taking the time to listen, but with Marceline as the one wanting to make conversation and a deal, he found himself more receptive than he had in the face of Nyimara. It did help that he had been here a lot longer than he had when the silver haired woman had shown up.

Letting out a breath, the stallion shook his head faintly to reorient himself into speaking. He did not really wish to give her the answer she wanted, but it seemed that she had to know about it. “I would like the spar just to see.” He rumbled before he let out another breath. “I have a few options on the table for what I want. If you can make it happen on your way to the crown, I want either a Monarchy or an Oligarchy.” Letting his sentence end there for a moment, he set his gaze directly on her own, making sure his next point would be direct and straight to where he wanted it to be.

“If it's a Monarchy, I would ask for Tefnut to be your “heir”. I know that is normally for bloodline, but in this instance with me giving you aid before you challenge me, I figure that is a fair trade.” It was hard for him to be this mellow, but as he shifted his weight, the stallion winced and made himself shift just as quickly for the second time. He hurt, it was evident in how his face twisted up with pain and he jerked his head around, nipping at the leg Arroyo had damaged so many seasons ago.

Setting his foot back onto the ground, Lucifer groaned faintly before flicking his ears, forcing himself to be tracked away from the throbbing ache as he looked back at Marceline. “If neither of those work for you, we can come to a middle ground that works for both of us. I would like for Tefnut to learn more from others other than Nyimara as that is no longer a safe place for her to be.” Lucifer was showing one dangerous flaw in his demonic ways. “And come hell or high water Marceline… no matter what government you put us all on, never call for her aid.” He had to take a breath again, this time a pained sound echoing in his throat as he looked over his shoulder, seeing the red mare he was speaking of making her own rounds while staying just far enough away to not be seen as a threat.

“I know you saw me at my worst Marceline, but even back then won't compare to what I will become if that young mare comes into danger at your hands.” Turning his broad neck and setting one eye on Marceline, the stallion gave a crooked grin. “I believe you understand that feeling, even if I don’t fully understand it myself due to how my brain works. I will be whatever bloodhound and scythe you need as long as she doesn't come into any danger by you or your allies you come to make.”