His smile broadens.

Lucifer flicks his hand at the guards, who instantly release Andrew and rise. One bows, then the other, and they both leave the hall with all speed.

"Should I...?"

He doesn't even glance over his shoulder at her question; his glance doesn't waver from Andrew.

"Leave us," he says. A beat. "For now."

Meg gives Andrew a dark, furious glance, but does as she's told; the hounds follow her.

The door to the hall shuts, and the two of them are alone.