There were noises at the top of the stairs. Last time, that had ended in the club being bombed by Holtz. The sanctuary spell would need to be better this time, and also include the area directly outside to avoid such events.
Lorne didn't know just yet what kind of spells were on the place, but considering it'd just fallen into his lap the night before, from some unknown source that knew him well enough to choose a good ringtone for his phone, the demon figured there was at least something.
"Hello?" he called, in the direction of the noise.
Lorne was dressed in a smoking jacket, and was holding his fourth sea breeze of the evening. Happily, this version of Caritas also had come with the apartment in the back--just like in L.A.-- and a closet full of clothes--just like his, in L.A.
It was kind of nice, actually, not to have to re-find all of that stuff.
"If you're up there and you're friendly, uhm... that's a stupid thing to say." He sighed. If someone was up there and not friendly, this was going to go poorly.