"Tip? I don't think I've ever seen this happen," Lucifer said, sitting on the bed. "No one ever asked me for a tip before."
"Geez, I wonder why. It's not like they might be scared to approach you before," Zale let out, laughing.
"Why would anyone be scared of me? I don't eat people." Lucifer smiled. He noticed his bare hands. "At least not in a conventional manner."
"How are we going to start our training here? You haven't told me the way to train yet."
"It's still not the time. We're not there. The way to train is now hard though. As I said, put your knowledge to practical use. Fight other Variants, use your powers, challenge yourself. And if that's hard, explore dungeons."
Originally he wanted to tell Zale to not explore dungeons since that's where he died, but he changed his mind after remembering he was found there too.
A dungeon was the place where his life began while also being the place where Zale's life ended.
