"Hey, I might get you in one of my sports cars yet, Hot-Wings."

The thought of driving through the Nexus with the devil sat in the passenger seat was indeed a novelty and a very real possibility. Tony sipped his drink and leant his elbow on the bar, gazing at Lucifer for a moment before speaking again. There was a lot he wanted to tell the man.

"Are you ok? I mean that singing, you sounded pretty low. I just wanted to say I'm here if you need to talk."

A hand came out to slide up to Lucifer's shoulder, squeezing gently.