Lucifer was doing fine. Just fine. That date night had completely worked everything out of his system. Everything.

"I hate these curtains," he growled to the small cadre of interior designers following him around the club. "This shade of red is far too burgundy for my tastes. Can we have something less burgundy? But still burgundy?"

... at least he was keeping himself occupied?

Tiny just watched and sighed.

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