Lucifer wasn't going to let some ridiculous vampire get to him. In fact, the only reason he was avoiding her club was because he did have to coexist on the station with people who might not take too kindly to him disintegrating her with a snap of his fingers. While he knew they couldn't actually hurt him, they could make life increasingly difficult.
He started to walk out of his apartment and stopped, deciding to just fly to the food court instead. A flutter of wings and he was standing at the table next to Azreal. He'd been honest when he said he was glad she was there. But then he was always honest.
"Hello, sister dear." He smiled at her. At least the one that showed up wasn't one that hated him.