So the Mad Hatter had not changed. Not that Lucifer had expected hir to. And he supposed the whole familiar disgust was better than nothing in this strange place, that, in its complete lack of life, seemed eerie even to him.

So he looked down upon Hatter who so demurely - hah! Sie hadn't learnt anything from being Pride, after all - had lowered her gaze to the floor.

But he had also noticed the other person sitting at the same table, had recognized her to be that foreign yet well-known presence he had taken notice of at first. It was obviously a female and by human as well as angel's standards nothing short of hideous. Yet Lucifer could immediately see why Hatter seemed to enjoy her company enough to be sitting here with her now.

Lucifer gave her a curt nod, then turned back to his ever faithful, lowly servant. "Belial. Spare yourself the flattery."