"Yep," he answered. His arm hovered just above the small of Lois's back as they descended down the small flight of stairs that led into Caritas.
The place was fairly packed, and Lorne was making his rounds, all smiles, drink in his hand. Lindsey wondered for a second if the guy'd ever tried whiskey. On stage, what could only be described as a Red Shirt from Star-Trek was singing a sad 80's ballad. The front row had lighters out.
The demon saw Lindsey and made his way over, waving.
Lorne didn't know who the girl was, just that she wasn't Zee, and he had a few things to say about that. But not just yet. He smiled brightly and said hello in his best showman's voice, focusing his attention on the girl.