That, however, drew a small, coarse laugh from the Morningstar's throat.

"He never was one to look past his own nose," Lucifer offered up cryptically, taking a sip of his wine both to finally empty the glass and hide the mischievous little smile threatening to thread up the sides of his face. "Which is a pity, really. There is much potential in his name, and he squanders it on --" he gestures to the ballroom with his opposite hand. "This."

It was true, in a sense, but he wouldn't explain why even if she had asked.