"We're traveling about on a sentient interdimensional space ship, visiting strange planets and alien races on the reg, darling," Lucifer says with a shrug. "Who cares if I've got wings?"

And then he rolls his shoulders, his wings springing out as if to demonstrate. They make the snow around them look almost dirty by comparison. He holds his hands out to Chloe. "C'mon, we can go right now if you like. I'm more than happy to fly you anywhere you want to go."