Lucifer could go either way. Sometimes he was serious but usually he was more playful and enjoyed closeness.

"Not all of us are the same. Our tastes vary as much as humans."

Though it had been Mammon who told Lucifer about this spot. The angel of wealth could smell a place like this from across a continent or that was how it appeared sometimes.

"I appreciate the privacy while still being in public."

Though when the waiter comes to seat them he can't help but shake his head at the starstruck mortal. He gave Tony's hand a small tug as they were led to the table. Lucifer positioned himself in a seat with his back to the wall, more a convenience of keeping his wings out of the way than anything else. He'd let the human decide if he wanted to sit beside him or across from him.

Lucifer had made other arrangements for this as well through his liason. As they sat what looked to be a bottle of white wine was brought but it was not wine at all, a tart and sweet sparkling grape juice. If Tony wanted a drink Lucifer would not stop him but he wanted that to be a choice. It did not mean foregoing the look of a traditional dinner though