Lucifer didn't case quite so much for the club that Crowley had turned the lower floors of the Lux into, but he could appreciate the feel of the place. The demon had made the Lux into a neutral territory, a zone of safety, and this was something Lucifer approved of. There weren't enough neutral pockets in the world, and the fact that his home had become one pleased Lucifer greatly.
He watched the masses from above, feeling no need and even less desire to mingle among the mortals who were thrusting and gyrating along to the music pulsing through the club. Lucifer sipped from the wine glass in his hand, looking down at the crowd, seeking that one spark of familiarity that he could feel. He knew that she was searching for him as well.
Red dress. Blond hair. And the eyes...
Lucifer trained his gaze on her. Doubtless, she would feel it quickly. At which point he would direct her towards the stairs that led to his private office. There was no reason to cause a scene in public, after all.