"Good." Silco can loom, lurk, and generally be as creepy as he likes - Lucifer is unaffected by such tactics. It's just really hard to creep the Devil out. He's almost always the scariest thing in the room, even though he might not look it.

He operates the SIRE with the expertise of someone who's been doing this several times already. Ushering Silco inside, he speaks aloud - naming a very specific date, time, and place. This isn't a generalized sort of thing. It's a memory. Maybe an important one.

A scene plays out, and it's obvious that Lucifer's memory is very good, very detailed. At least, when it comes to this memory - the woman is pretty, and maybe her eyes are a little more blue than they would be in real life, maybe her hair is a little shinier, maybe she stands out a bit, like there's a slight spotlight on her that throws everything else around her into a bit of shadow, because she is the most important thing in the room. At least, to Lucifer she is. It has the warm, burnished quality of a moment that's looked back on in hindsight with fondness, affection, colored by everything that happened after.

"Silco, meet Chloe," he says eventually, that soft, nostalgic smile on his face.