"Jesus Christ Superstar? That halo wouldn't last five seconds on that head of yours, Hot-Wings. I think you just dropped it into the gutter."

Tony smirked and knew the game was practically up even before it had started. Yet, he was going to play and maintain his expertise of cool. Whatever that might be. But--holy crap! Was Lucifer actually unbuckling his belt under the table? Tony's eyes flickered down but he didn't move a muscle. Instead he sipped his wine and shifted in his seat a little.

Tease.