Lucifer enjoyed the brandy a bit more before he decided to delve into the questions and answers phase of this conversation. There would be feeling out on both sides. Testing waters. He knew the game. He would play it.
But the brandy was fine, and he wanted to savor it before anything might appear to soil the memory.
"Just a few days. Woke up in an apartment, keys and wallet on the entry table. I have no idea how I got here, but I've been trying to get my feel of the place. Did you know this city is called New Dietrich? Considering the currency, I'm guessing they mean Marlene. Anybody figure out why golden age movie stars are revered over presidents?" His tone was light and conversational, he didn't lean forward conspiratorially. He knew that that kind of behavior would draw attention. Speaking at a normal level, people would be less likely to try to listen.