"Well?" he prompted. "What are you doing here, especially without a Tony Manero polyester special on?" Lassiter, the Fallen Angel, smiled in a way that didn't include his strangely colored, pupil-less eyes; the expression only affected the lower part of his face. "Oh, you know, leisure suits are so last week for me." "Moving on to eighties New Age? I don't have any neon to lend you." "Nah, I have another new costume to wear." "Good for you. Scary for the rest of us. Just tell me you aren't going to pull a Borat on the beach."