In any other circumstance, with any other being, he would find the sight of those wings beautiful. They shivered with octarine, vibrant with color and power - electric. The wind from their flight blew through the wizard's robes and brushed the tousled hair from his suddenly stricken, wide-eyed face. He swallowed as he skidded to a stop, clearly not as enthused by Lucifer's performance as their fans.

"Away? Away. Me? No, no, of course not." Pathetic, his voice sounded pathetic even to himself, and clearly contradictory considering his several steps backwards even as he denied the retreat. He stopped only as his ankle bumped into the Luggage, which had its lid parted just enough to show teeth. Rincewind spared it only a quick glance, then forced a smile on his face. "It's just, I imagine you're busy, and -"

"Oh my god, wait, do you two know each other?"

Rincewind blinked hard, distracted by the young woman asking the question, her hands to her face as if this was some terrific news, her eyes darting between the charismatic archangel and the wizard hunched in on himself. An audience; Rincewind had forgotten they had an audience.

"No," he denied quickly, "no, hardly, this - this is only - "

"I knew it." A young man now, wearing one of Lucifer's merchandised shirts, no less. "I knew your box had to be dark magic, man, holy shit, you're some sort of dark necromancer or something, right?"

Unhelpful as he knew it was, Rincewind couldn't help but immediately bristle, and turned on a dime to address the insult. "I'm no such thing! And no bloody demonologist either, before you get that terrible thought in your head!"

Public, why did this have to be in public, that was going to make all of this so much harder to evade.