Dinner? Was the devil really asking Tony Stark to dinner? This was a first but there was no way the engineer was about to turn him down. Finishing his drink in one, he set the glass down onto the counter top and smiled fondly. Was this like a date of sorts?

"You're asking me out on a dinner date? How can I resist eating with the devil himself?"

Tony gently slid his hand over Lucifer's palm and squeezed softly. His heart beating that bit faster knowing he was slowly winning the devil's burning heart. Yet, there was something else. Something deeper. He had seen such expressions on men's faces before when they were hiding their emotions. Tony had done it on occasion many a time and was worried about Lucifer not wanting to share. Maybe it wasn't the right time or maybe he just didn't want to talk. Either way, Tony would not pry.

"Sure, I'm starved. So, where are we going?"