( There may be much to keep hidden earns an appraising, vaguely suspicious look, but you know what? He's not gonna ask. He remembers how guarded her secret apartment stash was, how feral those other witches were to break into it. Ignorance is bliss, he's way happier not knowing. If it's not in his brain, it's not on his conscience, and therefor he doesn't have to feel an undue sense of responsibility for it.

He's got enough to stress over right now, thanks. )

Uh-huh. Well, maybe just consider getting you a couple good locks and a guard dog or seven. Anyway...

( Their stroll comes to a stop at the place she's staying, his escort duties largely accomplished now that she's safely back under the watchful gaze of the public eye, where Lucifer's less likely to risk pulling some shit if he does happen to show up. )

Like I said, I'll do some digging for that amulet. In the meantime, you keep yourself safe, okay?