"Daddy, ouchy!" Kayla let out a cry as Elijah finished fastening the handcuff around her little wrist. "No!"

"I'm sorry, darling," Elijah told her and kissed her hair. "But this is to keep you safe."

"No!" Kayla pouted. "Mommy!"

"Oh, all right," Elijah sighed and picked her up off the bed. "I could use a sandwich anyway. Let's go to the kitchen."

So they walked to the kitchen with measured pace, although Kayla fell a few times with a shriek as Elijah's much longer strides became too much for her. As they entered the kitchen and Elijah began to make his sandwich, Selina, who was reading a magazine and eating some sliced apples, looked up.

"What in the hell?" She got out, eyes wide.

"You mean the handcuffs," Elijah got out, then took a bite of sandwich and swallowed. "Lucifer and I talked it over and we think this the best way to protect our daughters. Smart, isn't it?"

"Mama, it's ouchy!" Kayla protested.

"Smart?" Selina's eye twitched. "Handcuffs on a toddler? She clearly hates it and is in pain. Have you lost your mind? I would guess it was from the fall you took in here when everyone walked in on us having sex, but that was too long ago. Apparently you're just insane." She let out a big sigh and shook her head without looking her husband in the eye. "Handcuffs on a toddler. I can't believe this!"

"Please don't argue with me about this," Elijah told her firmly, putting a hand under her chin and bringing her eyes up to meet his. "This is for her own good. It'll keep her safe, I promise."

"I hope you stop this whole mess when she's more grown up," Selina told him. "Otherwise she might turn into me. Do you remember how I was with my mother when she tried to hold on to me too tight?"

Elijah tried to cuddle Kayla who was visibly doing her best to get away while reaching for her mother. "It won't be like that," he said confidently. "Kayla is much more amenable to things than you were."

Selina's mouth twisted. "Yeah, uh-huh," she nodded. "Sure, whatever."

"You don't believe me?" Elijah asked, eyebrow raised.

"No, I don't," Selina shook her head. "Can't there be some other way to deal with this?"

"Not that I can see now that the aliens know about Kayla and have shown they have no qualms about hurting her." Elijah shook his head. "No, this is how it has to be."

"I don't believe that," Selina disagreed. "You know I care as much about Kayla as a mother could, but if you and I are so worn out from worry and sniping at each other about how to handle things, how effective can we be as guardians? Every once in a while, we need to focus on us too."

"You know we can't go on any long trips now," Elijah reminded her. "Not unless Kayla comes too and of course that wouldn't work. Not to mention the fact that due to Scott and Sophia's fighting, we're watching Ricky as well and that's a lot of work!"

"I'm not asking for anything like an elaborate month long tour of the Continent," Selina told him. "Just like, dinner at a restaurant once a week for a couple of hours. Do you think you can swing that?"

"It's not an entirely unreasonable request," Elijah conceded. "But who would watch her? Who do we know that is responsible enough?"

"Adrian could do it," Selina suggested. "He does security at Lucifer's house, remember. And I really would like him and Kayla to bond with each other."

Elijah hesitated. He loved his nephew but Adrian had a lot of his father in him, which made him wonder just how effective of a guardian he would be.

"What?" Selina asked. "What's the matter? Go ahead and tell me! Do you think it's a bad idea?"

"Well, you know that Adrian has never really liked small children," Elijah reminded her. "What if he ignores her or allows her to be harmed? Not out of menace, perhaps, but inattention."

"Or he could not do that," Selina said, standing on her tiptoes and putting her hands on her hips. "He could be a wonderful, loving, protective brother! You'll never know until you try. And I know that even if I say someone else's name, you're still gonna find some reason why they can't watch Kayla, made up or not. So I'm just gonna put my foot down and say that I am going to bring Kayla to Adrian's this Friday night and you and I are going to have a nice dinner. 'Kay?"

Elijah stared. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly. No matter how often it happened, it still surprised him when Selina defied him so openly. He had to admit that a part of him liked that she was kind of so desperate for love that she didn't fight him too much or too often. Then incidents like this happened.

"Do you not want to go?" Selina questioned.

"Well, I mean you're making the prospect seem so appealing," Elijah got out dryly. "Why ever would I want to refuse you?"

"Regardless of how I'm saying it, do you get what I'm wanting?" Selina asked. "I love you and I want to spend time with you. I don't think we should ignore our children, especially in times of trouble like this, but if we forget why we love each other so much...what we mean to each other, why we got married...there's really no hope for us, is there? And I don't want to have to divorce you again."

Elijah scoffed. "I can't believe you would divorce me for wanting to protect our child!" He cried in amazement.

"That's just it, I don't want to divorce you!" Selina cried out. "You told me the day we got married that any time I had a problem to discuss with you, the door would always be open and I could talk to you about instead of running away because I was worried you would cast me aside for expressing myself. Well now I have a problem and if the door is open, I want to walk through it and talk to you! I know I messed up with Kayla and the robots but that doesn't mean that I should be left out of protecting her. She's my daughter too and I wish you would trust me to learn from my mistakes and see that what happened has given me more motivation to help you make sure Kayla is safe. I mean it. I won't put her in harm's way again."

They stood in silence, trying to stare each other down until Elijah conceded. "You know, you're right," he said. "And I'm proud of you. Now that we have that settled, I think we've earned dinner, don't you think?"

A slow smile spread over Selina's face and she gently hugged both him and Kayla. "Yes!" She exclaimed. "I feel like Italian. I'll go make the reservations right now!"


Sophia was having trouble sleeping. Her open suitcase was visible in the dark, menacing as it waited to be filled with her things.

"I'm doing the right thing," she told herself. "Ricky is supernatural and I'm not. He'll be better being raised by people who share the same abilities he does. They'll be more help than I will."

She tossed and turned and then, with a groan, threw her pillow against the door and made her way to the nursery where Ricky was being kept. Even in the dark, she could make out his big blue eyes. As usual, he was fussing.

"You're having trouble sleeping too?" She asked, reaching down and putting a hand on his belly before gently picking him up and holding him against her body. "I am, and it's terrible. So I'm gonna try a little something. I have something I need to say and I hope, some day, you'll find it in your heart to forgive me: Mommy is leaving you. Not because I don't love you. I do, with everything I have in me. But you...you're special in a way Mommy isn't and it'll be better for you to be raised by Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa. I'm doing this for you because I think it will be best. I know you didn't mean to kill me. I don't blame you for that. You're the best gift I've ever been given and one I don't know if I deserve. I know you'll make me proud and be the best boy and man you can be." She gave a small laugh as he began to tug at her long hair, before taking his little hand in hers and kissing it. "I love you, Ricky. I always will." She started lowering him into his crib again, but then her heart twisted as he gave her a smile and a giggle, holding onto her finger tight. "Damn it," she whispered and held him close again. "Why do you have to get all cuddly now? Why did I even come in here?"

Full of guilt, she took him to the rocking chair, rocking back and forth and back and forth until they both fell asleep in his bedroom.


"Well, well, well, look at this!" Sophia heard Scott's voice in her ears and her eyes popped on.

"What do you want?" She groaned. "Go away. I was just leaving. Saying my last goodbyes and all. No need to make a big deal about it." She gave her sleeping son one last kiss and set him down gently in his crib before turning on her heel and striding out of the room while an indignant Scott followed, whispering angrily, his voice rising when they reached her room and she began, finally, to throw clothes in her suitcases.

"I can't believe that you're leaving!" He raged. "It's like you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself."

"Yeah, that's right," Sophia nodded. "I didn't want to say it to Ricky's face, but...I can't say I care about him."

"And yet you guilted me into keeping a kid I wanted to give up because I knew I wasn't ready to handle him on my own?" Scott's eyes widened. "I don't believe this. If I'd known you were just gonna turn around and leave, I would have fought harder to make sure he went to a nice and loving family. Instead, you lied and strung me along and now I'm stuck with the brat!"

Though her statement about Ricky had just been a bit of bluster (because of course she loved him dearly after all), Scott's words hit her hard and she stood there in silence for several minutes before finally getting out, "I don't know what more to say besides 'it's better this way'."

"Oh, don't give me that bullshit, you manipulative bitch!" Scott yelled. "I have to hand it to you; you're sneakier than I thought the average cowardly human could be. I can't believe I was so blind before that I didn't see it. I thought you were someone worth having a life with, but you're weak and stupid and pathetic just like all humans are. Go back to your boring human life, and I hope you piss off a horse so much that it tramples you until you die!"

"Well, that's real friendly, you...you...heartless son of a..." But Sophia couldn't finish that insult because she remembered that she liked his mother. "...you absolute jackass!" She finished with more conviction. "I'm glad that I'm leaving. And you can go back to wasting your life with Cookie and Candy."

"Oh, I think I will," Scott told her. "And it'll be real nice, too, especially once I put Ricky somewhere else and don't have to think about him anymore!"

"You know your parents won't let you get away with that," Sophia reminded him. "They'll stop you."

"Why does that matter?" Scott wanted to know and threw a couple of balled of socks at her, aiming for her head. "I thought you didn't give a damn about him."

"I...I don't," Sophia shook her head and tried to stay tough. "He's just a sad reminder of the worst mistake I ever made in my life!"

"It's nice to know we finally agree on something!" Scott remarked. He filled up the rest of her suitcases with great speed. "There. You're all packed. Now you can get the hell out and never come back."

Sophia struggled to pick up her bags while muttering, "Never would be too soon for me! I can't wait to get out of here!" And tried to ignore his very obvious snickering when she ended up having to awkwardly drag her bags out of the house because there was no better way to balance them all to get them out to her car.

As she drove away, she saw him giving her a smug wave from driveway, and, gritting her teeth, put the car in reverse and drove until she heard a scream.

Smirking, she got out of the car to see the damage and growled when she saw him writing on the ground in an exaggerated fashion.

"Oh, it hurt so much!" he yelled, flailing about dramatically even though there didn't seem to be a mark on him. "A psycho hit me with her car. Oh, I'm going to die!"

"Get up," Sophia scoffed.

"I can't believe you tried to hit me and actually thought you would succeed," he shook his head and got to his feet very deftly. "Thanks for that. I needed a laugh after all this."

"Screw you," Sophia got out and gave him the finger before striding back to her car.

"You wish!" He yelled as she started up her engine and drove away.


"Okay," Adrian did his best not to huff and puff and show how tired playing with Kayla had made him. She was a very energetic little thing. "I'm tired now. Why don't we take a nap?"

"No nap!" Kayla yelled, "More play!" She started to run for the back door again but he grabbed her.

"No, please take a nap. Please?"

She nodded and let him carry her to a spare bedroom and shut the door before getting himself a beer. "Thank goodness," he whispered and sat down hard on the sofa, chugging his beer and then going to get another bottle out of the fridge just as a knock on the front door sounded.

"Coming!" He called. He opened the door and found his friend Kai on his doorstep, covered in blood. "Hey, buddy," he greeted him and pulled him into the house. "Shower?"

"Yes, please, if it's not too much to ask a friend," Kai nodded. "And please, don't ask any questions."

Adrian shrugged. "This isn't strange, so I won't," he assured him. "What's a friend for?" He knew exactly why Kai was acting this way: Vicky. He was still struggling with her death and it didn't seem like the right time to ask questions. "Bathroom's right where it used to be and I just washed a load of towels so they're extra fluffy."

"Thanks, man," Kai grinned, his teeth white against the blood that covered his face. "I owe you one."

While Kai showered, Adrian set out a beer and a snack for him. "I'm turning into my mother," he whispered to himself and shook his head. Not necessarily a bad thing, but unexpected. When his friend came out, clean and dressed, he handed him his snack. "I...I know you probably will think what I'm about to say is weird and if you want me to leave well enough alone, I will because I know in my gut that there's nothing I can say or do that will make life without Vicky truly better for you, but...I'm worried about you. Killing is not a healthy coping mechanism. And does it really make you feel better?"

"It isn't just about feeling better," Kai told him. "I'm not doing it for me, I'm doing it for her. I have to avenge Vicky by killing all the robot bastards who murdered her!"

"And that's an admirable sentiment, but I'm sure she wouldn't like you committing murder for her sake," Adrian told him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me honestly; do you think she would?"

Kai looked at him in shock. "Who are you and what the hell have you done with my friend? If I tell you that I'll stop killing people, will you give me another beer and not talk like that ever again?"

"Oh, all right," Adrian sighed. "I was only trying to help.

As Kai and Adrian drank their beers, the bedroom door opened. Adrian froze, his eyes wide. "Uh-oh!"

"What's wrong?" Kai asked with a wink. "Do you have a girl in your bed? Am I interrupting a date? Don't worry, I won't steal her from you, even though lots of women like me."

"Oh, I'm not sure it's gonna be like that with this one," Adrian grinned a little. "You won't like her. She's a bit much for you, I think."

"And what's that supposed to mean, man?" Kai got out. "I can handle any woman!"

Just then, a scarily familiar toddler ran into the living room, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. She ran toward him as Kai went pale and swayed. "Kai!" She yelled, her eyes lighting up. Her wrapping her small body around his legs was the only thing stopping him from falling over.

"I see you're not sleepy anymore, Kayla," Adrian laughed. "Kai, this is my sister, Kayla. Isn't she cute?"

"We've met and not she is not cute!" He began shaking his leg to get her off but she refused to move and looked like she was having the time of her life.

"She seems to like you," Adrian remarked.

"Pretty Kai!" Kayla got out and clutched him tighter.

"I really hate this," Kai muttered, eyes on Adrian. "Would you move her? Please?"

When Adrian did nothing but keep laughing, Kai finally stopped shaking his leg and leaned forward, grabbing Kayla with some force by her little arm. "Listen you, if you want to see three...or however old you are on your next birthday, you'll leave me be. Do you understand?"

Kayla just smiled, leaned forward, and kissed him on the nose.

"Awwww!" Adrian got out. "She's a lover not a fighter! Seems like your 'no children' response isn't very effective."

"Not with her anyway," Kai shuddered. "Who knew crazy people could be this small?" He shook his head. "I don't know why I saved her. I should have just left her in the trash can."

"I was about to ask how you two met, but...what was my sister doing in a trash can?" Adrian questioned, knowing that his mother would never allow something like that to happen.

Kai heaved a deep sigh. "Your sister was taken by the robots while your mother was busy doing something else, put in a trash can in an alleyway, and I just happened to be nearby and got her out."

"I wish you were making it up but I don't know why you would say something like that if it wasn't true," Adrian got out and shook his head. "Wow."

"Believe me, I wish it was made up too," Kai assured him, still looking at Kayla with distaste. "I would have been much happier that way. And free of unwanted admirers!" He then let out a cry and pushed Kayla off his lap as, while she gave him little kisses on his cheek, she also licked him. "Ewww, gross!" He cried and rubbed saliva off his cheek. "Okay, that's it! That's enough! Remove her or you and I are not friends anymore!"

"Okay, okay," Adrian said, deciding Kayla had put his friend through enough. "Give her to me and I'll go put her in the other room with the toys she brought."

"Yeah, you do that," Kai hissed. "And make sure you lock the damn door this time!"

Unsurprisingly, Kayla didn't submit easily to being taken away from Kai, and when Adrian finally had her in his grip, he had to stop her from squirming away several times as his sister let out cries loud enough to shatter his eardrums.

"No!" She cried, tears in her eyes, her little hands reaching out desperately. "Kai!"

"Don't you find this flattering?" Adrian asked him dryly.

"Maybe if she were at least twenty years older, I would, but not now," Kai shuddered.

It was a lot like caging a lion, but Adrian finally returned, panting, bruised, and even bleeding a little. "There, she's been contained. Happy?"

"Yes," Kai nodded. "Thank you. Hopefully no one else in your family will disturb us!"

Adrian nodded and went to order a pizza, and soon after, as they waited, the doorbell rang. He grabbed the money and opened the door.

"Oh, how nice!" Tyler exclaimed and grabbed the money out of his brother's fist. "I didn't know I would be paid to come visit!"

"That's not for you!" Adrian snapped and held out his hand. "It's for pizza. Give it back."

"Do I get to have some?" Tyler asked, counting the bills. "I won't give this back unless I can have some."

"Fine, whatever," Adrian agreed impatiently. "Give me back my money, damn it!"

"Who was it at the door?" Kai called. "And do they have pizza?"

"No, it's just...just my brother," Adrian got out.

"Well, in spite of that very warm welcome, I won't be here very long," Tyler replied. "I just wanted to say that you better lay off sticking your nose where it doesn't belong regarding Isabella. And that includes saying stuff to our father!"

Adrian scoffed. "What makes you think I'm going to listen to you? I will do whatever I see fit regarding Isabella and if you don't like it then..."

"Then what?" Tyler asked, his eyes twinkling. "What can you do against me, Adrian?"

Adrian let out a growl and shoved his brother down the steps, and the noise brought Kai to the front door.

"What's going on?" He asked. "Did I hear you say there's no pizza?" He then noticed Tyler. "Are you sure that's not the pizza delivery guy?"

"No, the pizza delivery guy is wanted," Adrian pointed. "That is not."

"Oh, my gosh!" Tyler cried when he saw Kai. "You're Kai Parker, aren't you?" He asked, getting into the house at last.

"Yeah..." Kai got out. "Who wants to know?"

"I'm Tyler and I've heard so much about you!" Tyler got out and grabbed Kai's hand. "Everything you've done, your whole life, it's all so amazing!"

"Well, thank you," Kai blushed a little. "It's nice to be appreciated. You want a beer?"

"No, don't offer him beer!" Adrian cried. "And I thought you didn't like that sort of admiration!"

"From an annoyingly persistent toddler, no I don't," Kai agreed. "But Tyler here is different. And if he's your brother, I don't know why I shouldn't be allowed to offer him beer."

Adrian groaned, really wanting to go get Kayla just to be annoying. But he didn't. "Fine, but I'll have you know that he wants to steal all your pizza," he warned.

"That's fine," Kai said as they all sat down in the living room. "I can share."

"Since when?" Adrian asked. "You can't share food at all!"

Then the doorbell rang again and Tyler sprang up. "I'll get it!" He yelled. "I know the tip is in there because I counted."

"Fine but you actually have to use the money for the pizza!" Adrian called. "Don't be a greedy jerk and just stick it in your pocket."

"Here we go," Tyler announced, returning with the pizza boxes not long after. "And I did give the man his money, I'll have you know. I'm no monster."

"Good," Adrian told him. "That's how it should be."

They ate for a bit before a certain someone sneaked back into the room. "I thought you locked the door!" Kai cried, picking up a pillow to use as a barrier between himself and Kayla. "She's back!"

But to his surprise, she didn't go to him, but cuddled up to Tyler instead, grinning broadly as he let her onto his lap and gave her a hug, and all the while, she kept her eyes on Kai, as if to say 'Look at this; are you jealous'?

"Stop looking at me!" Kai yelled. "Stop it right now!"

Kayla grinned and hopped off Tyler's lap, snatching the pizza out of Kai's hand and eating it herself as Kai howled in protest.

"Wow," Adrian chuckled. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, am I right?"

Kayla's face was now covered in pizza sauce as she sauntered up to Kai, gave him one more kiss, and then, with a wave, sauntered back to her room, full of the spirit of a scorned older woman who had just had her revenge. It probably wouldn't last, but at least she was gone for now, Kai thought, filled with relief as Adrian handed him a napkin and he wiped off his face.


"That...that shirt's a little tight," Katherine muttered in her sleep. "Let me help you peel it off, handsome stranger, and then we'll do your pants...or undo them, i guess," she chuckled, grabbing a fistful of silk sheet and rubbing against her skin. "Good, you're so good..."

Suddenly she felt ice cold water hit her body and her eyes popped open as she let out a shriek. A frowning Optimus was staring back at her. "Wait, what?" She asked. "You don't usually look at me like that. Why aren't you naked anymore?"

"Silence!" Optimus cried. "Get dressed. We're leaving in ten minutes. If you're not dressed by then, I'll take you out of here, clothed or not."

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" Katherine asked as she tried to stop shivering while reaching for her bathrobe. "How is that a way to thank someone for giving you food and shelter?"

He slapped her. "It displeases me but is not a surprise that you're still as stupid as you were when we first met. We need to go to the mothership."

"Damn it, I brought a crazy person into my house," Katherine groaned and tied her bathrobe. Then she peered at him. "All right, what drugs are you on? Probably a lot if you think you live in a space ship. Do you see little green men with lots of eyes?" She was seriously regretting having sex dreams about this man.

"Oh, you couldn't be more of a fool if you tried," Optimus shook his head. "The fact that you're attractive makes up for it. But just barely."

"I would be stupid if I agreed to come with you," Katherine told him firmly. "And I'm not, so I won't. The only person leaving this house is you and you will do it right now!"

She then let out a cry of pain as Optinus grabbed her by the hair and pulled hard, grabbing up as many clothes as he could with his free hand. "You will put your clothes on now and you will come with me," he whispered in her ear. "We're leaving in five minutes. I will not leave here alone because now that you've seen this new form of mine, I can't afford you telling everyone."

"What?" Katherine yelled. "Are you nuts? Who are you? Damn it!"

"You know me, Katherine," Optimus drawled. "We've met before, although I looked a bit different. Does the name Optimus ring any bells in that pretty but useless head of yours?"

"No," Katherine gasped and backed away. "It can't be true. You're lying! Optimus is a stupid ugly robot, and you're...you're..."

"You find me attractive," Optimus got out, advancing on her. "That's so easy to see. You do a terrible job of hiding it. It is very true that I am who I say." He backed her up against the wall, a hand running down her cheek. "And now, since, as you pointed out, you offered me food and shelter, I'll spare your life and even...return the favor, in a sense. You will come with me to my mothership.

"What...what if I don't want to?" Katherine questioned, thinking she could still keep some control over the situation, but then she saw black as Optimus hit her hard over the head.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to," he said and put her over his shoulder. "But it would have been so much nicer if you'd come willingly."


"So tell me again what happened?" Lucifer urged as he and Elijah made their way to a bar. They would have had a drink at the club but then they might have been found out. "Kayla met Kai?"

"Oh, yes," Elijah nodded and then sat down ont the bar stool, then picked up Kayla, sitting her on his lap. After lots of crying and whining, he'd decided that if he was taking his daughter out in public, a baby leash would be the best way to keep her near him compared to the handcuffs if he didn't want to create suspicion and make people think he was a terrible parent. "And apparently he made a real impression. She can't stop saying his name."

This was true. Kayla immediately began singing "Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai..." And that caught the bartender's attention. As he opened his mouth, undoubtedly to say there shouldn't be kids in the bar, Elijah caught his eye. "She's fine," he said. "She won't cause any trouble. We're staying here and you will make my friend and I drinks. Two whiskeys on the rocks."

"Can you make that a double for me, please?" Lucifer implored.

"All right, did you hear that?" Elijah asked the man, whose eyes were still locked on his. "A double whiskey for my friend and a single for me. And if you have any sort of juice, that would be marvelous."

They soon got their drinks and Lucifer chuckled to himself. "I know I can do a similar thing but it just tickles me to watch you and Eleanor do it. Quite impressive really."

"Juice!" Isabella exclaimed and tried to reach for Lucifer's glass while she ignored her own.

"No, no, darling, this isn't juice," Lucifer told her. "It's a drink for daddies and mummies and not nice little babies like you."

Isabella pouted. Her lip started to quiver.

"Don't you make her cry because if she does, Kayla probably will!" Elijah whispered. "And that will be more trouble than it's worth. Not something I want to explain."

"Oh, you are so unlucky," Lucifer grinned. "Eleanor is easy to deal with that way."

"Sure, but I'm not," said a voice, making Lucifer pause. "Why is my granddaughter here with you at a bar?"

He turned and found himself face to face with his father in law. "Hello, Sean," he said. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

"Would you just stop it with the whole snake-oil salesman routine and answer the question?" Sean snapped as he ruffled Isabella's hair. "I'm sure something is up because Ellie wouldn't allow this."

"It's...in a way she would," Lucifer excused himself. "I'm sure Eleanor has told you that Isabella is being stalked by a lunatic and I'm just...this is a protective measure."

"Taking her to a bar?" Junior exclaimed. "In what possible universe would..."

"Here you are," a voice interrupted and then Lucifer looked on with interest as Josh appeared at Junior's shoulder. "I got you the second gin and tonic you wanted. What are you over here for?"

"I think the more interesting question is what are you two doing here?" Lucifer grinned widely.

"Oh, damn," Josh returned. "I...um..." He looked at Junior with desperation and whispered, "Don't just stand there, get me out of this!"

"Don't panic, you moron," Junior returned. "We're not in the wrong here."

"Eleanor will be very interested to know that her daddies have become friends," Lucifer grinned. "I'll tell her the second I get home. And there's no need to be embarrassed. You know I won't judge. Sarah probably won't mind hearing either!"

"You say one word of this and we'll tell her that you took Isabella to a bar!" Junior countered. "And regardless of if you call it 'protection' or not, I'm sure your wife will take issue with that."

"Oh all right fine," Lucifer huffed. Cause as much as he hated to admit it, they were right about that, despite what he'd said earlier. Eleanor might really take issue with this if she heard about it. "I won't say a word if you won't, you monsters!"

"Good," Junior nodded. "Then we're in agreement. No one saw anything. Nothing happened here."

"Right," Lucifer nodded and gave a salute. "Exactly. Have a nice day, gentlemen."

"Yeah," Junior agreed and turned to follow Josh to their table. "You too."