"You bastard."

Tony muttered under his breath when he felt that pressure against his hard manhood, tenting his smart suit pants. The devil knew exactly what he was doing and he knew it. Instead of retorting back with a comment, he inhaled sharply and then "accidentally" dropped his fork onto the floor next to Lucifer's right leg.

"Oh, would you look at that? I just went and dropped my fork."

Sighing, he bent down and went to pick the fork up but instead trailed his hand up Lucifer's leg, until he reached his thigh, squeezing gently before retrieving his fork. Touché as they said.