"That, I can do." There's a small spark of pride that blooms in his chest when he sees Mattheiu relinquish his glass; he knows that his reaper has had troubles before, and this is a step in the right direction.

Placing a soft kiss to his temple, Lucifer gently reaches out to take Mattheiu's hand and brings it to his lips in order to plant a soft kiss on his knuckles. "Let me ditch this drink and I'd love to."

His own glass is left on a counter somewhere before he's tugging at his reaper's hand to lead him through the crowd.