"I have dined with mortals before. Most of them have been as friends or curiosity about thier work." He had visited many mortals over time but Tony was right in thinking that few were taken out to dinner with more intention.

Lucifer chuckles. "Do not mistake my pride for prude. You may find there is truth to the idea of the devil as a spirit of mischief."

And his choice of resturants clearly revealing he is a romantic too. He led Tony up to the front and waited to be seated in a back and semi-private table. There were benefits to a telepathic connection with the other angels. He could have things waiting for him without appearing to have asked.

As they step into the dark of the restirant it is easy to notice the pale glow to Lucifer's feathers, like moonlight.. not harsh but warm, faint, with just a hint of golden to it.