"The hour is fine," Charity assured him, coming over and setting her arm on his. He felt different, she thought, but as yet she couldn't pinpoint it.

"You know I'm always here for you, although I didn't think comforting was in your repertoire?" Her smile was slightly amused, because this was Lucifer they were talking about. Still, Charity always believed he could change. He was dear to her - perhaps more than any of the others, she now thought? - and she would never stop trying to help him strive for grace.