He did suddenly wonder what gator was like... was it a universal 'tastes like chicken', or was it like catfish in that it had its own unique category...? Ah, but that's neither here nor there.

The tap had him smirk. "I did! And there are plenty of the lowest of the low living down here in Hell."

He shrugged. "...Yet Charlie sees something in everyone. She sees that second chance for those who want to reach out, and I believe in her and her spirit. While it would be naive to think nobody would ever take advantage of her generosity and kindness, perhaps even use the Hotel for their own means, it certainly never hurts to... ask. Be curious. Get their story."

Lucifer looked up, nudged with an elbow. "...Even yours, even if you don't feel much like checking in, yourself. Why, you've gone above and beyond for my daughter, and for that, I have to... thank you. Sincerely."