9502/Following the Magic

Following the Magic
Date of Scene:	09 October 2019
Location:	Greenwich Village, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Lucifer and Zatanna make inquiries at the Sanctum in New York.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Zatanna Zatara, Black Cat

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Lucifer has posed:
The parking could have been better. It isn't always a case of roll up and immediately get a spot. Lucifer is not so lucky: in fact, very rarely is he lucky. This day is not such a lucky day. It is about a half block away that Lucifer parks the sports car, and flashes a winning, almost beaming, smile to the woman in the passenger seat.

"Perhaps afterwards, Frozen Yogurt?" Lucifer suggests, with a gesture of curled fingers at the expensive looking frozen yogurt storefront they are parked in front of. His lips twitch in amusement. "One of those things everyone thinks they like, until they're having it," he opines thoughtfully, as if it amuses him, as he comes around with full intent to open Zatanna's door for her, if she doesn't beat him to it.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna waits. She doesn't have to. She's a modern woman who doesn't need a man to do things for her. It doesn't mean she isn't above allowing someone to be a gentleman once in a while though. Besides, it was pretty rare to have someone open a car door for her. Unless it was a chaffeur and then it was part of duties.

She waited until he opened the door then stepped out onto the curb. Ankle high boots with a short heal, in a matching black to the slacks she is wearing. A white blouse tucked into the waistband of those slacks, a belt holding it all tastefully in place. Despite some people's beliefs, she didn't wear fishnets all the time.

"I love frozen yogurt," she says at the offer, perhaps disuading him of his forgone beliefs. "As long as this all turns out to be nothing, I'd love to come get a cone before heading home." Since she didn't plan to be going back with him to Lux after this field trip.

Lucifer has posed:
"I most definitely do /not/ hope that it is nothing," Lucifer says, tone still bright and sunny. He draws his sunglasses out from his tailored jacket interior, setting them on his face, as he neatly shuts the car door behind Zatanna. A chirp of sound from the car remote signifies they can walk away. While Lucifer did handle the door with grace, he doesn't attempt to take her arm, nor does he touch her at all. There's respect there, but they aren't at a red carpet ball gala either.

"Should it be appropriate, then, we'll do that. I believe the sanctum is this way," Lucifer directs with a palm, before beginning to lead the way. He's easy to keep pace with: he doesn't rush her, lets Zatanna set the speed to whatever it is.

"I don't think I've been here in a very long time, but I have memory of just walking in. Is it expected that we knock, with the current Supreme?" Lucifer asks, as they draw to the door.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Personally, I would knock anyway, It is considered polite," Zatanna points out with a bit of a smile. Her pace there was sedate, no rushing. After all, it wasn't the end of the world pending. She hoped. If it were, and she knew it, teleportation would've been the transportation choice of the day.

"It should be right around..." She pauses, brow wrinkling slightly as she feels that flow of energy in the area, the magic humming around the building ahead. "A-ha. There we go."

They finish their approach, walking up the steps to the doorway and she reaches up to knock politely.

Black Cat has posed:
"Hmm?"

Sprawled across one of the lounges in the open-walled library on the second floor, someone platinum-blonde and now distracted from reading through a more modern-looking manual looks up. The knocking echoes well enough through the impossibly-large interior of the Sanctum. It's the sudden subtle gleaming of power zipping through the manor which has Felicia sitting up entirely in her black yoga pants and fitted zip-up sweatshirt in baby-pink. She frets the inside of her plush red-red bottom lip as she sets aside the book to pad over to the banister.

Down a few steps she goes, coming around the wrapping staircase alongside the stained glass Eye of Agamotto inset to the foyer wall, in order to see the front door itself. A limning of light glows around it and pulses.

"Hmm..." Now the thief's tone is suspicious. Those seem like warning lights to her. But...

...curiosity is the defining trait of this Cat. Silently, her bare feet carry her across the fine wooden floor.

From inside comes the voice: "May I ask who's knocking?"

Felicia has her ear basically pressed flat to the door anyways, expression bemused.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer draws up just off of Zatanna's left shoulder, relaxed. He does draw out a flask from a pocket while Zatanna handles the politeness of knocking, taking a drink from it. The scent of whiskey floats from the flask as he twists the cap back onto it. It isn't subtle, but he also isn't making a point of the gesture.

"Good afternoon," Lucifer says, automatically speaking up in reply. "The knock comes from the... Mistress of Magic...?" Lucifer pauses, looking at her as if to question if that will work. "Ms. Zatara," he continues. "Accompanied by Lucifer Morningstar." It's said without any bravado, just simple fact. There it is. "We seek answers to a few questions of our own, but would prefer to not do so through a door."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
The choice of title for her has Zatanna's bemused smile back in place. "That works," she verifies vocally before looking at the door and wondering about the voice within. Doctor Strange doesn't speak in that high of a voice. She's not sure who might be on the other side there asking who they might be.

She raises her voice to add further information to what was provided by Lucifer. "Zatanna Zatara."

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia's gasp //might// be loud enough to be heard through the door given she's about plastered herself against its inner surface in order to clear the speaker clearly. It's guy -- that's all she's got until he names off a woman accompanying him. Felicia frowns. That name sounds so familiar... Morningstar, unfortunately, does not. He sounds pretty refined though --

Then her eyes go wide. The inner door is yanked open with enough force to suck in air past both visitors on the front steps and it's a wonder the hinges survive the amount of strength momentarily unchecked.

There is, in fact, an 'eeep!' aimed at Zatanna in particular. "Ohhhhhhhh my GOD -- it's YOU!!! Oh, Stephen's //talked// about you, but I had no idea you'd VISIT!!!! I am //such a fan//, oh my god, come in, please!!!" The thief is practically sparkling with excitement from her head to her feet, jade-green eyes to manicured nails.

"Your skills with sleight of hand are //off the charts// -- oh my god, what am I doing." Suddenly checking herself, Felicia backs up and gestures for both of them to pass over the threshold. "Come in. If you're a tea person, there's tea everywhere around here. If not, I can brew some coffee. I've got the good stuff," she adds with a wink.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer looks dismayed, with a sort of squinted blink as Felicia personally throws not one, but about four references to his father out there. Bleh. "God isn't involved today directly, promise," Lucifer comments in a serene way: though it may probably just be to himself, seeing as the energy and fixation of Felicia is so strong on his companion.

"She /is/ right, your skills are phenomenally impressive," Lucifier compliments Zatanna from where he is at her side, following inside. He won't be left out on the doorstep, for sure. "Either of those would be fine," says the man with the flask, finishing re-attaching the cap and slipping it back away again. His smile is quite strong, and interested, dark eyes feast on Felicia's appearance without shame.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
As Felicia explodes with her excitment, Zatanna gives her brightest smile. "I wasn't expecting to meet a fan. Thank you so much! You are really being too kind but I appreciate you enjoying my work. That's what it's all about," she continues as she walks across the threshold. She can feel that little swell of power then a little pop as she makes it inside, the house being sure who is entering most likely.

As Lucifer protests the comments about God, she gives him a brief elbow in the arm before moving further into the house and away from the door. "A cup of coffee would be wonderful," she continues as she turns to focus back on Felicia, seeing that look Lucifer is giving. He gets a slight narrowing off the eyes and pursing of the lips as Zee disapproves. Like he cares. "So very sorry we came unanounced but I didn't have Doctor Strange's number to call ahead."

Black Cat has posed:
Probably not paying half attention to her own gestures, it might appear that Felicia intends to entice both of them all of the way to the kitchen itself by her repeated curls of fingers. However, she does yet again catch herself and regains her composure. The Cat pauses then in the middle of the mosaic design on the foyer floor. A little giggle is a musical sound even as she combs loose strands of hair slipped from her messy bun back over one ear.

"Eh, don't worry about it too much, Stephen's been..." Green eyes meet Lucifer's dark eyes and for a moment, there's a spark of connection -- maybe trouble recognizes trouble? Felicia subtly lifts a brow in barely-hidden inquisitiveness before returning her attention to the far 'safer' visage of Zatanna. It all lasts less than a second before she continues.

"He's been pretty busy lately. I can always take a message for him. I might as well anyways, he'd want to know you stopped by." Her attention shifts back to Lucifer again. "You too, actually. You've got a name just weird enough that I bet you're not just somebody off the street."

With that observation shared, she looks between them both again with her hands stuck in her sweatshirt's pockets. "You want your coffee in one of the sitting rooms or in the kitchen? You strike me as the fancy sort, so maybe the sitting room...?" She gestures off towards a side door opened into what must be a parlor by the furniture's plush design and window letting in the fall of light. The motion indicates grace and a natural knowledge of her body -- useful as a thief.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer gives Zatanna a perfectly confused look when she elbows him, as if he had no idea what that was for. Indeed, he didn't say anything that was insulting: he's an angel of decorum. He enters the threshold without seeming to react to any power swell. Maybe it doesn't matter to him.

Or there's a distraction, since he's dismayed that Felicia is leaving to get tea, but pleased to watch her go. When they end up following her, that's the best of ALL worlds, to him. His gaze is liquid curiosity and masks zero of what he's looking at. He doesn't seem to notice Zatanna's disapproval, he's busy being appreciative of Felicia's assets.

"I don't usually call," Lucifer adds, in a way that sounds like he's wondering about himself. "You haven't heard of me? Hm. Unusual," he says, as if the very oddness of that pleased him greatly, and he attempts to share a happy grin with Zatanna. Lucifer is a lot of straight white teeth and oozy charm.

"The sitting room sounds excellent. We do question after ...Stephen, but perhaps you might know a thing or two? My concern is about the ley lines, their status: what happened here, to be direct." Lucifer's smile is still maintained, all cheer and pleasantries.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"The fitting room would be lovely," Zatanna confirms as well. She listens as Lucifer muses over being anonymous. Well, not really anonymous. Just not recognized immediately by the young woman for who and what he is.

She nods her agreement. "Precisely. I had been...away for a time." In an alternate dimension. "Upon my return, I find the ley lines have been horribly taxed in this area. Yet, there was no magical event that I could find in this realm. Being you are on the inside," she waves to the Sanctum, though she means more than physically. "Perhaps you have some insight?"

Black Cat has posed:
Her turn to walk towards the kitchen is almost on-pointe, with a dancer's experience and ease of movement -- and granted, there's a distinctive sashay to Felicia's travels as she goes to figure out the tea and coffee business she offered in her frenetic fan-girling over the magician. Over her shoulder, she calls out,

"I'll meet you in the room, get comfortable. I can hostess, no problem." Is the Cat reassuring them? Herself? The Sanctum? ...the Cloak? It doesn't appear to matter as she adds over her shoulder, "I know a little bit about the ley lines, yeah, we'll talk in a sec."

She's not gone long at all and returns bearing a tray with two mugs along with two small carafes of liquid: tea, a standard grey breakfast blend, and coffee, black as it comes. There's creamer and sugar to boot alongside a small cuplet of honey.

"So, the ley lines. Yeah...those things are..." Setting the tray aside on a table in the room, Felicia frets at the corner of her lip and winces towards both Zatanna and Lucifer. "Things got stressful for a while. A certain Trickster God decided he was going to play hacky-sack with everyone's sense of peace and kick us both out of the place so he could get up to some nefarious things involving stones. Super powerful stones," the thief specifies. As she think, she unzips her sweatshirt down to mid-sternum. It reveals collarbones beneath a thin-strapped camisole in white. "So, I mean, we got the place back, but there was some fighting and the place is only just cleaned up. I was on the moon, so I have no idea what happened."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer seated himself with extreme propriety and style on one of the couches, lifting one leg to rest the ankle across opposite knee, one arm against the back of the comfortable couch in his immpecable lounge.

He leaned forward to accept his coffee, taking it black: he doesn't do anything to it: he doesn't even drink it at first, just swirls it under his nose, and then stares at Felicia. His expression changes into jubilent, excited maybe.

"'Trickster God?!'" Lucifer asks, as if that were one of his favorites of the possible gods it could have been. He might need an autograph, by how intense his reaction. "Dear /me/, surely not," Lucifer laughs. "Loki, then? Really? Charming. You must feel very embarrassed!" Lucifer announces the fact openly and with amusement, though there isn't any trace of him actually making fun of her, or Stephen. He's on their side, somehow, as if it were a joke on all of them, and they can all laugh about it together. It's part of Lucifer's charm.

"Can you tell us more about Loki's stones?" Lucifer asks smoothly, with a flick of a wink at his very intentional double entendre.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna opens her mouth just as Lucifer added that last. Her mouth shuts with an audible click of her teeth as she turns to just stare at him. It was on purpose. The wink and expression show it clearly. She shakes her head as she accepts her tea, forcing her attention to that and trying not to let out the comment she wants to.

She adds sugar and cream to her coffee, enough that it is less like coffee and more like she added some coffee to her cream. Then she settles back to take a sip before finally trusting her voice. "Is he correct? Is it that trickster god?" After all, there were others. Loki just got all the press.

Black Cat has posed:
By the way her facial expression twitches, Felicia's trying to keep her polite composure. Her smile, hesitant, grows crooked as she wars between agreeing with the surmising at embarrassment and the way the dark-haired man is funning at the whole thing -- as if it were a lark and a laugh. His entendre breaks her.

While Zatanna stares, Felicia just lets her mouth fall open before she outright scoffs. Once. Then comes the titter before the thief fails to turn it into a cough -- but how she tries, even bringing her knuckles to her mouth as if to stifle it.

"God, sorry, thought you were asking about something else there for a second." A wave of her hand is followed by its fall to her hips, mirroring the other. "I mean, I haven't seen them, which probably makes them pretty small. I've got good eyes." A wink.

"He's right though, yeah, it's Loki. Royal pain in my ass, that guy. Ugh." Felicia's nose curls and she rolls her darkly-lined eyes.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer's answer is another big grin, his dark eyes, often so intense, dancing with the pleasure of his joke, and the response of the two others. Well, mostly Felicia. He looks to Zatanna as if to check for amusement there, but finds her expression otherwise. "What?" Lucifer asks, curious, openly. His brash, honest behavior is refreshing, but also probably overwhelming: like opening a door expecting a breeze, and it's more like the door on an airplane.

"No need to invoke him /or/ be sorry," Lucifer replies to Felicia's calling upon the lord. Lucifer might come off as somewhat religious, with her using God's name in vain, except his manner is not offended. More just tired. "Still. How dreadful for you. Small stones /and/ ass pain, without any of the pleasure." Lucifer remembers Zatanna's look, though, and gives her a glance that might not be an apologetic one, but he does adjust. Politeness.

"Then to summarize, he did naughty things here in the Sanctum, ruptured the ley lines, and pissed off? About right?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
They are two peas in a pod. Now Zatanna's look is aimed at Felicia as she sums up the size of the stones in question. Taking another sip of her coffee, she is trying to think of some way to salvage this conversation when she feels the tingle.

Not that tingle. The other one.

Something was wrong at Shadowcrest. Frowning, she sets her teacup down on the serving tray it had come from. "If you both will pardon me, it seems something is wrong at home. I need to go check on this. Lucifer, do fill me in later?" With that she is standing and walking to the door. Yet, she isn't out that door. Her fingers begin to shift and move even as she draws on her powers. "On ecalp ekil emoh!" For her the words just have to equal what she is visualizing. With those, a glowing blue portal opens right into her own mansion.

"Thank you for the coffee," she says by way of parting as she steps through the swirling vortex and to the other side. She turns and waves a hand, shutting the portal behind her and leaving the pair of them alone.

God help us all.

Black Cat has posed:
"Got it in one," and Felicia fingerguns at Lucifer with an accompanying click of her tongue. Ka-click, bam: her thumb moves. However, her jovial aura fades upon realizing that Zatanna, her guest, is in trouble -- or sensing trouble? As one of the mundanes in the household, the Cat isn't privy to many odd sensations in the air, like so many magical radio waves. She pouts her lip a little. Aw.

"You're welcome. Thank you for stopping by! I'll ask for an autograph next time!" Miss Zatara gets a twiddly-fingered wave of departure before Felicia clasps her hands before her chest.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, she's just the //best//," the thief says effusively, rising to her toes and falling down again. "Don't you think?"

Her glance over at Lucifer is cajoling, as if he absolutely //must// agree with her!

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer's expression turns alert, but he doesn't get alarmed by Zatanna's need to disappear. He watches her go with no suprise: only his curious look, which may read as his standard one. He didn't ignore the portal or magic as nothing, no, he watched it for the quality show it was.

"Absolutely THE best," agrees Lucifer with Felicia's statement about Zatanna, as if nobody ever agreed with him until now, and it's so wonderful to find a best friend to share the feeling with. "I don't make spinning vortexes, sadly. Not on earth, at any rate. Hers are most impressive. I do enjoy my car, though that's more a 'enjoy the journey' thing." Lucifer shrugs, with one gesture of hand as if he were to fan away the sidetrack in the conversation.

"Then efforts are being made to repair the ley lines? Because there are beings of other planes examining the rips in the veil," Lucifer shares. While he talks, he puts his coffee down, and removes the flask again. There is now space in his coffee cup to pour in the contents. He looks at her, with a gesture of the flask, a silent offering to share.

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia is tempted to wander over to the window of the sitting room to see which new car parked along the road might be his, but she remembers she can do this after he's walking back to it. Her jade-green eyes dance over him as the flask becomes a point of his attention. Nicely dressed, that's for sure, put together with some care as to his appearance. Hmm. Intriguing.

Her expression is mostly innocence as she considers the offered flask with pursed red-red lips. "Thank you, but it's not five o' clock around here and I've got a nail appointment in about an hour. I can't show up drunk, even if it's tempting; all the hot gossip, you know, can't miss a moment."

Still, the Cat can't sidetrack the conversation too far off-course because... "You know, it's //really// creepy to hear you put it like that, with the whole 'beings from other planes' and all. You said your name was...Lucifer Morningstar?"

Felicia tilts her head in equal curiosity. That the name doesn't ring a bell? It's driving her nuts. "But yeah, things are getting fixed, slowly but surely." Her nod is entirely believing of her words.

Lucifer has posed:
The lack of interest in his flask doesn't bother him even a bit. Lucifer just smiles, finishes pouring what he wanted into his coffee, and puts the flask away. There's no pressure around it whatsoever, nor judgement. He gave her the choice. He's big on choice.

"It was not my intention to be //creepy//," Lucifer assures her, over the coffee he's now raised to his lips, to take a big drink. "Ahhh," he emotes, pleased with the combination. "I did say that was my name, yes. I have assorted other titles, but I didn't want to come off as if I were Mr. Exposition on our first meeting. Wouldn't want /that/. But I don't deal in lies, I'll tell you exactly who I am if you like. But only if you grant me the honor of knowing yours." Another little wink is added: he's teasing, he isn't offended or anything of the sort. There's a patience to his manner.

Black Cat has posed:
For the first time since his arrival, Lucifer will see the uncurling of sly caution appear in the blonde's composure. She settles into a pose very nearing contrapposto with her palms perched on her hips and sloooowly lowers her heavily-lashed lids. Her red-lipped smile fades in akin to the Cheshire Cat out of Alice's Wonderland.

"You're a smoothie," she grants him. "Since you're probably going to talk to my other half, sure, I'll introduce myself."

A palm lands on her sternum and stars out, rested lightly. "I'm Felicia Hardy, mistress of the Sanctum Sanctorum."

And isn't that a hell of a claim to make.

Lucifer has posed:
"A smoothie? I appreciate your sincerity in your compliments," Lucifer says, openly smiling into her words. "Felicia Hardy. I will remember. Lovely name." The smooth, tall man extends a hand, a polite quality to the handshake, and no pressure about it. It's just a handshake, nothing else.

"In addition to being a smoothie, I'm also the devil," teases Lucifer, a cheeky laugh in his tone. He might be kidding. "Immortal, among other things. But I am really here with interest to discover what happened, and see about mending things. I have a talent with different relics, and access to a number of resources. It just depends on what the symptoms are: were the ley lines sapped of energy, or were they torn asunder like a dress on prom night."

Black Cat has posed:
The handshake is returned as nothing else but its intent. Felicia then retracts her hand back to rest upon her hip again, openly eyeing this Lucifer with frank interest at this point.

Her eyebrows lift and then quirk. "Hmm. So...the ley lines were sapped, not wrecked," she notes. " -- and if you're immortal, the devil, and have a talent with relics, there are two options here. One, you're actually Loki and I'm to enjoy removing you from this place..."

Her smile is cold and toothy for a passing second like a shark gliding through a reef.

"Or you've got this Trickster God who is definitely trying to steal your mojo and your copyright here, oh smooth one, and you should get on beating his ass //for me// because hey: it'd be a favor both of us."

Her beam is back to being sunshiney but for the lingering edge.

Lucifer has posed:
The idea of being Loki draws a puzzled move of Lucifer's eyebrows, as if she suggested he were also a hamster. It just wasn't on the list of things he possibly could ever be. "Oh, no, no. I'm so much worse than he is," Lucifer chides her. "The devil, remember?" A quick grin shows, and then he sits back with a more thoughtful analysis of her words. And he cups his whiskey-coffee, breathing in the mixed scents of it, before taking a deep drink.

"I would be remiss to not investigate his small, yet powerful, stones. So at the very least, Miss Hardy, I will be doing that. I would enjoy exchanging information on it in the future, should you wish to, as well." He draws his hand back into his coat, and fishes out a single black business card. It doesn't seem magical in any way. It has 'LUX' on it in big, silver print, and on the back, 'Lucifer Morningstar', owner, with an address in Bluudhaven, with a number. "I own a nightclub. I think you'd like it very much."

Black Cat has posed:
With the second completely lucid (from her limited experience of Lucifer's personality thus far) assertion of him being 'the devil', the blonde shifts her weight and lightly folds her arms. It's a give-away of discomfort at a sneaking suspicion almost...too //out there// to be fully considered...yet.

The business card offered is taken scissor-pinched between fore- and middle-finger. Felicia turns it both ways to eye each side before looking to the man once more.

"Hey, any help we can get is appreciated. The guy's nuts. But...a club, you say? Lux? Hmm...Bludhaven." A light 'hmm' follows. "I'll have to visit, especially if you think I'll like it so much. What if you're wrong?"

The challenge is leveled with delicate cheek, a manicured eyebrow arching as she smirks.

Lucifer has posed:
"Nuts? If only. The insane are, perhaps, easier to deal with, I think," Lucifier suggests, tapping a finger against his chin, as he lets the arm fall back to the couch's back once more. "I /do/ know that you aren't him. Much as I know that I am not," Lucifer says, with a knowing, steady look. His look gets intense; there's an unnatural /presence/ to Lucifer suddenly, although he keeps it subtle. His gaze became endlessly deep, for a moment, then it was gone. "I can sense such... 'gods'," he explains. His arch of eyebrow shows his opinion of them. Not terribly high, but also not actually insulting. It's the word use: if he's religious, that again follows well.

"What if I am wrong." Lucifer rolls the question over his tongue as he repeats it. "I will accept my deep wrongness with appropriate remorse," Lucifer replies, welcoming the idea. "But if I am not wrong... then you will have a pleasant time at the nightclub. A worthy risk, I think."

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia blinks hard once -- and then again -- after their shared gaze suddenly leaves her feeling a touch of vertigo. The next shift of weight is more for balance rather than accentuating her classically-pleasing form. It's an eerie sensation, one she's felt rarely around the Sanctum when the magic becomes beyond even her newly-expanded comprehension.

Fingernails rise to comb her hair behind her ears again as this Lucifer considers her challenge...and apparently accepts the possibility of defeat.

"Well, now I //have// to come see if it's a worthy risk. Geez, twist a girl's arm." The business card gets tucked away carefully and comfortably within her camisole. "Care if I bring a few friends?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Please /do/!" Lucifer is very easy to please. He gives her a look of clear interest and pleasure. "I look forward to meeting your friends. And your...." he pauses, looking at her, as if seeking to pull the word off of the top of her brain. He's no mind-reader, but there is a thoughtful, intent look. "Lover?" Lucifer guesses. There's a knowing smile. "Bring anyone you like, that is interested in excellent music, drinks, food, dance..."

Lucifer's smile is not quite 'infectious', that isn't the word. It's endless. He's boundlessly pleasant, it seems. "I do sense that you have other things to do. I intend to walk the ley lines myself, and see what I can divine, as it were." He made a private joke, he thinks he's funny. "Thank you for the coffee and explanation. Please do extend thanks to Stephen as well, for me." Lucifer gets to his feet, but with a politeness to his manner.

Black Cat has posed:
The Cat's coy smile answers the devil's question as to Stephen's presence in her life. No further words need be spoken on her part.

"I'll definitely let him know you stopped by and I'll tell him you said thanks, sure -- pass on your card too. And you're welcome," she adds almost singsong. "You might see me at your club sometime soon with a handful of friends. We'll be sure to let you know how we feel about things. Here, I'll walk you to the door, since this place can get weird sometimes."

Very, very weird.

Barefooted yet, Felicia escorts the devil to the front doors of the Sanctum. "Nice to meet you, Lucifer." By the tone, she's still subtly amused by the name and the claim.

Lucifer has posed:
"Very kind of you, I do not wish to become lost here, wandering the halls of the libraries wishing I were anywhere but trapped amidst musty old books," Lucifer grins. He accepts her offer to walk him to the door, after leaving the coffee cup behind, placed on the tray she'd brought earlier. No errant rings of moisture left on any furniture: he's considerate, aware.

"A pleasure, Felicia," Lucifer replies, following her lead with the familiarity of name, before he gives her one last parting smile, a light wave that comes with a glint of the exterior light off of the expensive jewelry on his hands -- one large, dark set of diamond on the thumb in particular -- and takes his leave to the street.

The trip was more than worth it, though he decides not to get frozen yogurt. Not this time. There are some other things to do.