Lilah sat at a small table inside Caritas. Watching the entrance like a hawk, waiting for him.
Her navy blue dress suit was immaculate, her manicured nails beating a staccato rhythm on the tables surface. Her long legs were crossed in a casual fashion, but with her back to the wall so nobody could sneak up behind her, she felt anything but casual.
With such short notice, the karaoke bar was the only neutral ground that she knew of that would be both safe thanks to a sanctuary spell and provide a level of anonymity.
Everybody came to Caritas.
One person who had come to Caritas clearly hadn't gotten the hint. Lilah watched as one of the waiters brought over a drink she hadn't ordered.
Looking to the clueless idiot who was responsible, Lilah raised the glass in salute as he smiled hopefully at her.
Lilah smiled sweetly at him and then slowly shook her head and mouthed the word 'no' clearly for him to see.
Undeterred, the idiot in question approached the table.
Lilah reached into her right jacket pocket.
Just as he placed his drink down on the table Lilah placed a handgun down, the business end aimed at his groin. Freezing him in his tracks.
"Now, just so we're clear, it's not me, it's you. I'm not interested in you, now go away before I turn you into a eunuch." Before he could say anything a large hand clamped down on his shoulder and squeezed. Hard.
"I'd follow the lady's advice if I were you." Turning to face the owner of the hand, he looked up into the eyes of a tall, well built man in a leather jacket, jeans and biker boots who seemed to be gleefully enjoying his humiliation.
When the hand on his shoulder squeezed even harder, coming painfully close to fracturing his collarbone, he decided to save his anatomy over his dignity and made the smart choice of scurrying away as fast as possible.
Noticing that the commotion had gathered an audience. The Host quickly approached the stage and grabbed the microphone.
"Okay everyone, this next song is for the heartbreaker at the back." All eyes turned back to the stage as the Host started singing Shorty Long's 'Devil with a blue dress on'.
Lilah upended the drink into the planter by the wall. She couldn't help giving him a once over. He looked just as good as she remembered. Realising the turn her mind had taken she mentally chastised herself. Thinking like that in the first place is the reason you're in this situation!
"You point guns at every man who approaches your table?" Lilah smirked as she put the gun away.
"Just the ones who can't take a hint." Shrugging in acknowledgement as he sat down, he looked her in the eyes and asked.
"Why did you call me here?" Reaching into her inside jacket pocket, she retrieved a business card as he helped himself to the other drink left there. Was that a class ring on his finger?
"I'm Lilah Morgan, I'm a lawyer at Wolfram and Hart . . . and you are?" She dropped the card on the table. He didn't pick it up.
"Not impressed. What do you want?" It took a moment for the words to register. Straight to business then. Lilah could appreciate that.
"I need a name."
"You didn't before counsellor." Lilah fought hard to remain calm as he looked at the Host singing on stage.
"I wasn't pregnant before." That seemed to get his attention. His head snapped back to face her.
"Pregnant?" If the bewildered tone in his voice was any indication. Lilah realised he hadn't done this to her on purpose. Of course, he could just be a talented liar.
"You do remember what we did right? Because if you were awake in sex ed class you'd know what we did has consequences." As she talked, he quickly glanced down at her abdomen. It had to be a trick of the light, because Lilah could have sworn she saw his eyes flash an electric blue.
"I remember you screamed a lot." Gritting her teeth at his smug look. Lilah fought the urge to pull out her gun again and continued.
"Look, despite the fact we used protection, I'm pregnant. Now we both could go back and forth with the I don't believe you's . . ."
"I believe you." He interrupted. Momentarily distracting her. That was different.
"Okay . . . right . . . don't interrupt. Despite appearances it's obvious you aren't human, so I need to know who and what you are." He leaned forward and stared into her eyes for a second before answering.
"No you don't. But if it helps, you can call me Kal." Accepting it as a small start, Lilah continued.
"Okay Kal, I need to know what species you are because I'm carrying your spawn and a lack of knowledge could put the damn thing in danger." It could put me in danger!
"I can't help you." Lilah heard the honesty in his voice, after years of working with liars and lawyers she had developed an ear for the truth.
"Why not? What are you?" She asked him.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." The challenge in his eyes clear. Lilah leaned forward and matched his stare.
"Try me." She was getting tired of this. I need answers dammit!
"My name is Kal-El and I'm from another planet." The hard way it is then. Lilah gave him a look that had reduced many people, humans and demons alike to urinating puddles of fear. It had no effect on him. He either doesn't know, or is too stupid to realise the danger he's in.
"Don't mess me around pal, I could make you regret being born." A look of something like pain flashed across his face, but was gone before he spoke again.
"You're welcome to try, but the fact remains I don't have any information for you." Lilah had seen the opening and decided to push.
"Poor boy. No more like you back home?" Lilah smiled cruelly at the perceived weakness. He flinched at her words, then something inside him visibly tightened.
It was Lilah's turn flinch as his eyes flashed a fiery red.
"No home left, I destroyed it." There was steel in his voice, making her wonder if she had bitten off more than she could chew. Deciding on a more conciliatory tone she leaned back in her seat.
"If the people I work for find out about this they could make things extremely difficult for both of us." He finished the drink and nonchalantly asked.
"Define difficult?"