“It’s a nice frigid hellhole thank you very much.” He shoots him a teasing look. “From what you said a few times Hell isn’t perpetually on fire so got to keep guessing on what it is I guess. But you act as if the snow will bite you.”

He sighs in relief. Another worry off of his shoulders. Lucifer had been...interesting with his commentary on the season as it approached. Best to make sure his partner was comfortable instead of going over the top in celebration.

“Are you ok with a party though,” he asks. They finally reach the ground floor and start heading to the open bar. “I usually host one for family and friends on the Eve but I haven’t made the arrangements yet.”