[ to be fair, lucifer is slowly getting used to having it again. but it does feel like ants crawling under his skin to know it's there, and frankly, alastor knowing that is a horrible thing, to be true, but in this place it really won't matter.

and, just like that, lucifer is back to normal. for real normal, at least in expression, as he goes back to sucking loudly at the straw of his drink, purposely as annoying as possible.

he watches alastor's show with very slightly raised eyebrows, then shrugs. honestly, the angels in this cafe deserve it.

he waits for alastor to start leaving before he trails out after him, considering his words thoughtfully before he speaks. ]

You know, none of those angels are high-ranking enough for their halos to be any more sturdy than that. I wonder what would happen if—

[ —then he hears himself. yikes! he waves off the thought and the words with a hand like so much smoke in the air and then sighs. ]

Well, at least one coffee shop had the fear of Hell put into them!