Well, dear me. It sounds like you have aspirations on my crown, Mitchell. Punishing ne'er-do-wells and trying to nail perfection. I'm impressed.

Aren't we impressed?

[ He turned to the side, looking out across the crowd, and he revved them up with a couple of deliberate raises of his arms. The crowd hooted and applauded, and Lucifer stepped in toward Mitchell, clapping him on the shoulder. ]

Now, I should let you get back to charming these people with your droll, dry law talk. What do you think?