Lorne didn't like the idea of a demon hunter, mainly because of Gunn's friends that came bursting into his club that time, threatening to shoot *everyone*, including the non-dangerous clientele. He took a sip of his Sea Breeze. "Well, here's hopin'," he muttered.
He smiled at Fred. "You can sing if you want to! I'd never tell someone not to sing."
The demon's eyebrows furrowed after that. Locked in a funhouse with Norman Bates? What in the name of the maggot pile was all of this? Things like that just shouldn't happen. EVER.
"Anywhoodle... it's just so good to see a friendly face! So what's the 411 on this shindig? And why do I have a hat?"