He glances down, shifting his weight from foot to foot for a moment. The soft clink of ice against glass during a break in the music while he swirls the contents of his drink. "I guess when you put it like that, yea. You tend to sort of prod when making cracks and it isn't the most gentle at times. At the same time you can also be rather prolific with compliments so it's an understatement to say that there are only some times with mixed signals."

Lucifer wanted him to be honest and well he can be. Hopefully without any major cost to the night. Though they were both what people would call adults so talks tend to go better than not.

"I don't think there's much that I can. You're a lot more business savy, a wonderful musician that outclass many, and stronger than you give yourself credit for," he points out. "Getting you on your knees is only good for when the bedroom is involved even then I just...ask."