Max flinched, but he caught the envelope when Lucifer threw it to him. He was clearly just a little terrified, and though he didn't mean to, he was making a show of it. Then again, he figured that the car was his turf, and if anything happened, he could clearly turn this into a Jets vs. Sharks-style gang fight. It would be great.

He scanned the riddle over, then checked the back of the paper, and glanced at the map. "So - wait - what, is this seriously all we got? Is this like Speed Racer meets the Triwizard Tournament or whatever, because I am not prepared to fight a dragon. Or Voldemort."