"Yeah. It's always better when they're at peace with their own self. I know that only too well."

Was he really at peace? For the most part. The rest was memories and his PTSD that kept keeping him awake at night. His demons that refused to let him go. Ziggy's hand felt good though and he appreciated that the guy had five minutes out of his busy schedule to talk to him.

"Oh, uh, Lucifer? The devil? He's hot stuff for sure. Hot-Wings."

Yep. That was Tony's nickname for his new love interest. It was then the engineer's interest was pulled from glancing across the dance floor towards where Lucifer stood and instead onto the alien booze.

"Now, I don't feel special."

Tony pouted and then smirked, laughing softly, whilst gazing at the small wine glasses. They were really pretty. Ziggy had some awesome stuff.