Mr Francis? "
Lucifer was momentarily interrupted from his thoughts as he heard his fake name being called. He instinctively turned towards the direction of the voice and blinked twice before regaining full consciousness of reality once again.
"Yes?"
"Oh, for a moment there, I thought we had lost you," Miguel chuckled as he took a seat on the comfy desk chair,
"Por favor sientate, senor."
"Si," Lucifer responded in a British accent, taking a seat opposite Miguel. He was still very aware of Julius' suspicious stares, even as he moved to take a stand beside Miguel. Lucifer's hand found its way to his gun, which had been carefully tucked under his shirt, certainly not taking chances if things went south.
Lucifer slowly cleared his throat, fixing a steady gaze on Miguel,
