[Mum has been described by quite a few as 'stupid hot' or 'a knockout'. She carries it with the carelessness of someone used to being all of that and more. Right now, she looks more than a little put out as she speaks to the camera.]

It's not every day, even in Hell, when one finds out their son is down here thanks to the newest softcore pornography going about entitled 'The Devil and the Detective'. That was not how I needed to know you got your wings back, Lucifer. The production values on it were terrible. I hear they're developing a new soap opera off that recorded transmission. At least there aren't posters of it put up everywhere in this city.

[See how much not-joy this all brought her. Some people's children.]

"Oh that's your son? You must be so proud."
"Yes, every mother should see their son stretched out with a dead woman in the nude. It's what we live for."

[Carrying on...]

I am glad your Detective made it with you. I haven't seen Amenadiel yet. I left a message for him in the city I came from with the address for the house across the street from yours. Should be easy for him to find us if we're all together, but I do like my space. I would rather not walk in on you spilling hot wax on a nude human's hindquarters again. I don't know how that pet demon of yours got that off the floor.

[Her tone changes, becoming more businesslike.]

I suppose I'm stuck with the name 'Charlotte Richards' since I ended up in this flesh-sack that's what my law firm is under the name of. Since most of the court cases for limbo and angels being shuffled to the damned side of things have been sent to Little Hades, there will be better legal representation for both sides.

[Meaning unless Brimstone offers her more dracos, she might be able to let someone keep their wings for another month.]