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"I could help Ace too, i-if that's okay...."

"Wipe you out, dominate you, control you, either way, the Demon Lord insists it's the will of Hellrealm. What that means to any of us is up to debate. I vote it means nothing to me. I must confess, I have a little fondness for your little mortal world."
Lucifer pours out another drink, sliding it to Keilee.
"Here, my dear. You look thirsty. Now, as for what I can do for you, I of course can provide. I have no forces here, no real dragons for you to kill...but I can provide you with some intelligence. In return, however, I'd like you to do something for me."

"If most of the Generals remotely gave a damn about taking over the world, we wouldn't be having this conversation, love. Of course, we don't, now, do we?"

The Cashmere, as the party finds out, is a rather fine inn in the middle of Methiant, as close to the Hiltons and Mariotts of Earth (if a Revivian even remembered such a place). Velvet carpets, golden chandeliers and massive windows dominate the place as the party walks in behind Lucifer, with Milly's wagon having been parked outside, her horses led off to be well-fed with the finest hay. The party walks past various nobles and well-off-looking guests, being led to a room sequestered off from the main dining area by a well-made wooden door with intricate carvings.

Not long after, the party is seated around a well-made oaken table, draped with purple velvet and with seats of fine satin stuffed with soft down. Lucifer is pouring himself a glass of what looks to be brandy out from a wooden cask. Serena sits, fuming, eyes staring daggers into the Demon General before them.
"The finest Silfursverd Brandy from Damdamia. I.....am familiar with the brewer, so she sends me some of her finest casks from time to time. Perhaps you'd like some?"
"Is this the kind of thing a Demon General does in his spare time?"
"A man of my charms finds that many doors open for him, and he earns many favours."
"....hum......"
"So, what are you looking to extract from me, precisely?"

"I-I am NOT going to let you do that, Jenkins! I paid you to kill Demon Generals, not my potential worshippers!"
"....good, at least the Goddesses still have standards. Ladies, gents, return to the room. I promise you, I'll be back. And don't do that again; you're all worth more than this."

"D'aww...."
"If only you could marry me. Or us! Not that I mind."
"I'll hold you to that!"

The gaggle of bedpartners dissipates reluctantly, leaving Lucifer fully alone on the sidewalk. He sighs.
"...we can talk out here, or we can talk inside, somewhere warmer, where I can offer you a drink in the spirit of better diplomacy. I have a dining room in the Cashmere, reserved just for me. I have an arrangement with the owner."
The entire time, Milly has been rather silent, simply awkwardly vacilitating between speaking and not speaking.

Lucifer must be amazing in bed, because his admirers are....actually standing pretty strong even in the face of Asuna.
"W-we're not moving!"
"He's a great guy! He made us omelettes! In bed"
"He's too cute to die!

Lucifer himself takes the opportunity to bodily pick up Jenkins from the ground- with one hand, despite the fairly muscular frame of the gnome- and throw him with a hefty hoist into Keith.
"If your idea of negotiations is letting your horse kick me around and this tiny, vaguely cross-eyed man stab me in the shins until I give in, I must say you have a fairly poor grasp of the subject. I'll want something aside from the guarantee that you won't attack me if you want my assistance in defeating the Demon Lord."

Lucifer moves to sidestep Keith instead of intercepting him, raising his hands to show that he's got no weapon on him.
"Hey, hey, we don't need to fight! Perhaps we could come to an....understanding?"
"W-what could you possibly offer us?! You're a demon!"
"I was minding my own business until you almost ran me over with a wagon!"