While Azrael liked theatrics, he never needed them when it concerned Lilith in personal matters. Despite the fact that two dead bodies were mere feet away from them, in that moment they might as well have been forgotten and Azrael and Lilith the only two on solid ground. The end of Lilith's cigarette ignited and the fallen angel pouted a little as he leaned to press a kiss to her cheek and then murmured, "Sorry, baby," against her temple.
Straightening, he flashed her that crooked grin of his again and returned his attention to the car and the dead couple. Resuming his whistling of "Jingle Bells," Azrael moved to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for her and gallantly bowing while inviting her into the vehicle. Closing the door after her, Azrael got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and proceeded to regale Lilith in vivid detail how he wanted to make their presence known to the good guys.
Just before they reached Wolfram & Hart, Azrael killed the engine and pulled out the dead couple from the back seat. Without any care for them, he plopped them on the hood like a sack of potatos and ripped a piece of the hood off. Their blood was still warm enough for his purposes and the fallen angel sliced open their necks, letting their blood run free. Starting on another Christmas song to whistle, the demon dabbled his fingers in the dead couple's blood and started writing on the windshield:
HO HO HO! MERRY FUCKING APOCALYPSE!
Once Azrael was done, he posed the couple upside down in an inverted cross and lashed down their limbs with bent strips of the hood. Prepping the car to crash through the law firm's front entrance, the fallen angel slammed the driver's side door closed and murmured, "Knock, knock..." before waving his hand once toward the building. The engine sprang to life, revved, and then roared as Azrael held the car in place to build up speed before finally letting the vehicle go and watched it ram through the glass front doors.