"Yes, home, Genma. Do you know what home is? I'll tell you. Home is where the heart is, dear boy. Would you like some sweet tea?" Pushed Genma's shoulders gently, and when the mans knees gave way, his ass hit the edge of the gallows deck.
The fact that the gallows deck was fifty feet away and five feet off the ground? Well, some facts conformed utterly to Lucifer's whims.
Genma's feet dangled a little, and Lucifer turned away to speak to the woman with the pitcher of tea. The one with the bright, orange eyes in the serenely beautiful face who appeared out of the air. Elegant was probably the right word.
Lucifer brushed a hair behind her ear with a smile while she poured a glass, set it on the wood without looking at Genma. "Didn't she grow up wonderfully? No thanks to you, of course."