The king opened his mouth, gaping like a fish out of water. “Did we-“
“No.” Alastor denied quickly, tugging his curls away from his face. “Certainly not.”
“What did we-“ Lucifer stuttered over his words, a look of downright horror marring his face. “Oh, fuck, we did.”
Lucifer, Charlie, and Alastor go on a brief (family?) trip around the seven rings, touring hotels to research and curate the best experience for the sinners reaching out for redemption. Mostly, it’s just an excuse for Charlie to see her aunts and uncles, so she doesn’t really take into account that she shouldn’t leave her father and her hotelier tipsy together, in a hotel lobby, with a chapel downstairs.