[It was evident, by both Lucifer's words and demeanor, that his attempts had not worked.]

Ah, yes. And instead of allowing me to find my own way back, I must stay here, tied to a chair, enjoying your lovely company.

[Sarcasm practically oozed from every word Michael spoke. He was beyond the point of aggravation, and found himself thinking of foul and unmentionable things he'd like to do to his fake brother.

He pulled at the binds, struggling to break them or the chair he was tied to. Michael jerked so hard, the chair flipped over, landing on it's side. He didn't move, knowing that he'd just put himself into an even more precarious situation.]