"You're going to flash me your crown at dinner? You filthy boy."

Tony's lips curled into a coy smirk at his dirty talk. Why yes, he is going there if Lucifer was going to play this game. The engineer felt the angel's fingers playing on the end of his belt but didn't move. Was his distraction showing?

"Are you sure? I think you've got that part wrong, pal."

A smooth clasp of his wine glass and Tony was sipping and keeping both eyes fixed firmly on his date. Was he buckling? Perhaps. How far would this game go?