The man (or, man-shaped being) himself was seated behind a large and luxurious desk, sorting through a ledger. Across from the desk were two comfortable armchairs of dark cherry wood and red velvet.
To the left, a large leather sofa, with a glass coffee table, currently holding a silver tray with two champagne flutes and an ice bucket with a bottle perched within.
To the right were two more armchairs with leather upholstery, and an expansive bookshelf spanning the entire wall, save the modest fireplace, currently until. The armchairs were angled slightly towards the fire, and one another.
Lucifer didn't look up from his ledger when the door was opened. His right hand politely gestured to the seats by the desk. "If you would spare me but a moment, Miss McGee, I shall be with you directly. There is a small ut important matter which has engaged my attention."