"Killed you, you say." Lucifer hummed in thought. It wasn't a stretch of the imagination. Lucifer had killed some of his siblings during the war. He wasn't in the habit of doing so now, especially now that he'd left Hell. Lucifer was on vacation. Killing angels wouldn't help with that.
"You must have annoyed me," he finally said as he waved a waitress to them. She was a comely little thing with legs that went on for days. "I can't see me lifting a finger towards you for anything less. Ah! Darling."
Lucifer smiled to the waitress as he slid his arm around her waist. "This is my brother, Gabriel. Yes, that one. You are to be his personal attendant this evening. Make certain he gets anything he wants." The leggy redhead turned a pretty smile to Gabriel and waited for instruction.