He snorts, "Dante. Really, I should have nipped that story in the bud but I didn't think people would actually believe it."

But there's a slight touch of concern that's ghosting into Mattheiu's tone again, and so while the bartender fetches their drinks Lucifer wraps his arm around his reaper's waist and pulls him closer until he can feel the man's warmth at his side. "Darling. Hey, look at me, okay?

I'd love to be there with you. I don't think anyone could keep me away, really. I'd fight them, not at your place though. Don't want to break anything."