[He's right there where he said he'd be. Looming large and ... formerly in charge, in a relatively chill corner of the lobby. Occasionally warding off piles of fights with a brief burst of fire and smoke. Admittedly, the first sight of Lucifer gets a double-take.]

[It's been a while. Can you blame him?]

[Instead of dwelling, though, he just shifts his weight, and spreads his hands out, grinning.]

Lucifer, please. Since when do I do anything out of pity! You look different. [Another step, and in that beat, he's scaled down considerably. That way he can actually shake hands.] Different's not bad. We can work with this.

Probably. I know a guy with killer makeup skills. If you wanna go that route.

[Spoilers it's Fizz.]