He shook his head once. "Nothing can be fixed around here. It always like this." He was content, but not happy. Inwardly he envy humans for the way they lived. It was cold and lonely living in the alley, living daily fighting for scraps and peace, and trying to keep warm but he was used to it.

He becomes amused at her reaction. "Don't tell me you've never seen them before. If I don't act quick, they bite."

He smiles again. Usually, strays will freeze at the sight of incoming humans and ran, but Lucifer sees an opportunity. "Well met. You haven't fed me yet."