Alastor: (with a malicious grin) Well, well, if it isn't Lucifer himself. Seven years, and Hell seems just as chaotic. Or is it that you've lost your grip, old friend?
Lucifer: (his eyes narrow) Ah, the Radio Demon returns. You vanish for years, and the moment you reappear, you start tuning into business that doesn't concern you. I trust your absence wasn't too... uncomfortable?
Alastor: (laughs darkly) Uncomfortable? You should know, Lucifer, discomfort is a state of mind. But speaking of discomfort, how is dear Lilith? I hear she's been absent as well. Coincidence, I presume?
Lucifer: (his voice grows colder) Careful, Alastor. Even in Hell, there are lines one should not cross. Your games are amusing, but some pieces are not for playing.
Charlie: (steps forward, voice firm) Enough! This isn't why we're here. Alastor, Dad, please. We're supposed to be working towards something better, not tearing each other apart!
Alastor: (turning to Charlie, his tone softens slightly) My apologies, dear. Sometimes old habits resurface. Especially in the company of... (glances at Lucifer) certain individuals.
Lucifer: (addresses Charlie, but eyes still fixed on Alastor) She's right. As entertaining as this is, we have... bigger issues at hand. (to Alastor) But don't think this conversation is over.
Charlie: (sighs in relief but remains cautious) Thank you. Let's focus on the hotel and... (hesitates) and maybe we can find a solution to... other problems, too.