"It is, isn't it," Azazel said, actually being thoughtful for once. He remember being caged, and he really didn't like that. Being sent back to Hell by Dean had been the worst experience he could have. One of his many reasons for taking it out on John then, because he knew how much that would hurt the family.
"Don't worry baby cakes," Azazel said, giving her an actual, real, Rick-like smile. "If you want some chaos afterward, I can wait till the meal is over." It was an olive branch, or a severed arm, whichever she would prefer.
He couldn't help but watch as the Hell Hound slipped by the doorman, and his golden eyes flashed even more. He had some sunglasses in his pocket, but he could care less right now. They could think of it as colored contacts for all he cared.
Having Lilith back, while potentially annoying when she took his army, could be a good thing. He held the chair out for her to sit down in, ever the gentleman.