As they made their entrance, Lucifer kept his hand right solidly on Mazikeen's back, his fingers lightly digging into the fabric of her dress. It was show of his possession of her more than anything else, and he knew she'd notice it and absolutely loathe what it implied.

More's the pity.

"They will never learn." he quipped, already steeling himself for the aftermath of the night; for the inevitable fallout of her finally having him in one place, alone, and taking advantage of it.