"Of course not, it's tradition," Lucifer said, beaming. "He's--"

"Mr. Morningstar!" An older woman made herself known, slipping out from behind the corner. She was grinning. "Good to see you! Please, please, right this way..."

She ushered them towards a large room full of round tables and chairs, covered in red velvet - from the curtains to the tablecloths. It was very fin-de-siecle, and already filling up. "Please, sit!"