Valefar lay off to the side. Hidden within the depths of the shadows that masked his face and features. The pale features only seemed to hold that sly smirk that always crowd his lips. That clove cigarette lay burning slowly between his lips as he watched from a table long off from the bar. The confrontation seemed all to interesting not to avoid, especially in the means of bloodshed. But Valefar did nothing to assist. If Lucifer sensed him, and he probably did if he chose it, then he would follow orders and leave or do whatever else was requested. His fingers dwindled slowly. An anchored rhythm took place as a coin of Greek decedent only slipped between his fingers. He moved opening the black dress coat to slip the coin in a pocket before closing it up.

He leaned slowly back. His hands raising the glass of victory gin to his lips. The vodka held no effect on his well being. The strong taste of it made only an empty bland taste on his senses. This could not get him drunk. Like most fallen or even angels, only certain drinks effected them and here he stood. His own weakness laid in the drink of the 'green fairy' as most people would call it. Strong as hell, it burned his senses. It was impossible to get it in the States. But in certain regions of Europe, it was a blessing on his part.

Slow his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the confrontation. He made no move then to take the drink that wet his lips. He moved the cigarette that lay dead now from his lips as he throw it in another empty glass.