Travis shifts Sylvia in his grip. Is this fuckin' Lucifer condoning this shit? After all they've been through together (or against each other, really), Travis feels he's earned this.

But there's something about that nod and end to the conversation that has him thinking in a way that the novelty of his dumb-ass choices being Satan-approved can't cover up.

"Thanks, bro," Travis replies, simply. "I'll let you know if it's worth the tickets."