[He'd thought Anna might want the wool, and hadn't been sure she'd return before the event was over. Hence he'd collected piles of the stuff; it'd given him something to do besides drink and mope around, anyway.

He drifts over to not-quite sit on the couch, choosing the armrest instead, half-sitting and half-standing and leaning on the back of the couch.]

He said something that angered me, so I did the same in return. However Lucifer reacted considerably more violently than I did.