Once seated, he shouldered off the coat and scarf for a few, letting it pile a bit. Combined with Alastor draping over him like a big red boa, the game wasn't being given away for another night.

As Lucifer eased an arm around his husband's waist, the claim couldn't be better staked.

A brow quirked in amusement. "Oh, really? Because I recall not being the one to add to that stuffy old band and pump life into the venue."