Lorne nodded. Partially, he was being nice, it was true. But also, Caritas got pretty busy, and depending on the amount of supernatural mojo on any given night, it got pretty draining. He'd run it alone in LA, with the help of his fantastic bartenders. Things weren't seamless--it was a business, and it had its problems. It had shipments to sign for, bills to pay, and repairs to make. Lorne would love help with that, especially since Angel and his cohorts, except for Fred, were not here to distract him from any of it.
"The face paint and the horns thing?" Lorne shook his head. "I'd be insulted if you did, Beverly Hills." He smiled broadly, wondering if Logan realized what he'd really just said. He decided he probably didn't know. Logan's world had no demons. "Come as yourself. We've got one of me."