"Of course you know her. You sent her too me, after all." Lucifer said. "She didn't look like this, of course, this is simply who she would have become if you hadn't gone and slit her throat. Tsubara Aiko."
Lucifer gave Genma's glazed look a glance. "Do you like the tea, my boy?"
Aiko smiled at him, and Lucifer smiled back gently. "Our guest likes your tea, my dear."
"You always say that," she said, in a soft voice.
"And I never lie," the man in the suit said.
She chuckled, shook her hair and set down the pitcher. Walked a short distance away and faded into the golden light. "I'll bring out lunch then," her voice faded off.
"The dead and the living only really see each other very rarely," came the velvety explanation. "Besides, you don't think I'd let you give that flower of mine more nightmares, do you?"