[ Rowena's omission does not go unnoticed. What did Lucifer offer her? It's curious. When he agreed to speak to Lucifer about Dean and the Mark, there was no offer, and he knows—from the way the others reacted after he returned with the information—that they expected there to be more to it. Lucifer, playing games. But at the time, Geralt doesn't think Lucifer was. At least, not with him. Not then.

Regardless, it seems Dean had asked her to reach the cage while keeping it locked and after Lucifer tempted her with a something, she had opened it anyhow.

Now why does that sound familiar? ]

You betrayed them. [ It's not an accusation. Just an observation. Clearly, Dean trusts her now—so whatever it is she may have done, they must've mended their relationship. He supposes he understands. He and Yen have done their share of mending.

Geralt leans forward, refilling his glass—and hers, if she wishes. ]

I agreed to help Dean because he's a friend. [ And because he's no lost love for Lucifer. ] But— [ he glances up, meeting her gaze ] I like my quiet. So try not to complicate matters.