Lucifer smiled, pushed his honey brown hair back. "The second sign up, points to Konoha. The third? well, wherever you'd like it to direct you, I suppose. You pick a sign, you follow you feet, you arrive, you understand?"
He reached out a finger and tipped the bottom of the glass up, poured more of the sweet tea down Genma's throat.
"My boy, my dear boy," he purred it, soothingly, as Aiko reappeared, with a plate of cold fried green tomatoes, grilled polenta, sliced peaches. Lunch, really.
"Here, for you and your guest," she said, with a smile, maybe a trace of blush, setting the plate on the gallows and side stepping the vomit without seeming to notice it.