'Here. I got you a Greek. Now quit your bitching. P.S.: look forward to seeing what you're going to do, considering you can't hurt her. L.'
"Well, you have missed my point spectacularly and very deliberately, you little fucker," Satan muttered, incinerating the note Lucifer had left him. He flicked the ashes onto the carpet and turned to the bound woman Lucifer had left lying on his floor. He was pondering whether to have someone torture her (maybe he could make Joshua do it? It could be a bonding experience) when he realized that he vaguely recognized the woman.
"Aren't you Saint Leprechaun's girlfriend? Nod yes or no. It'll determine whether I throw you off the balcony."