my Lucifer is lonely

"Makes no difference to me. I stopped being able to taste it a long while ago." Namely, when he was dropped onto this rock and informed that his carnal senses had been overhauled in lieu of ascension, apparently. Still, he knew what he would have ordered, and so he stepped away to the bar and returned a moment later with a glass of red wine. Sidling back into his seat, he slid it to the other man. "Don't blame me if it tastes like vinegar," he said with a smirk, leaning an elbow on the table. "I don't know or care if you are that type of girl. Sounds as though trouble seems to find the both of us well enough. Hence why we're currently sitting and talking." Glancing sideways at Ezra, Lucas arched an eyebrow. "What is it you want?" LUCAS making work for idle hands