He didn't believe it. And he was glad for that.

Lucifer made haste to get upstairs. First, he found a small armchair in the corner, and moved it to the side of the bed.

Then, his fingers moved to rid himself of his jacket; to open up each button of his shirt, undo his laces, unbutton his trousers. He kept going until he stood naked before the mirror (in more ways than one, he thought).