After another moment, Lucifer closed the ledger, slid it into one of the drawers of his desk, and turned his attention to his guest.
"Miss McGee," he said, focusing a pair of golden irises upon her. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. May I offer you any refreshment?" He stood, his movements fluid and inhumanly graceful, stepping around the desk and moving towards the sofa and coffee table. "I took the liberty of arranging for champagne, but I can send for something else."