Lucifer's face twisted in distaste. "What the fuck kind of answer is that!? I- Christ, go- go sit at the fucking table. You-," he pointed at another of the minions, "I want a feast at the table in five minutes or you're spending the next decade on the rack."
He moved into the dining room and took a seat, idly sipping his wine, and watching the Doppelganger shiver. "Calm down, will you? What you have accomplished here pleases me. We could use it."