He is: impressed.

If it makes her feel better, there's an infinite different versions of herself also going through it.

|| Chloe, thinking vaguely violent thoughts: ... Lucifer: If I am killed by Chloe DO NOT PROSECUTE HER because SHE caught ME slipping!!! That is on me

But, why?

He heard join. Y e s.

He should probably ask why they're drinking before noon, but... He really doesn't want to.

They're going to drink enough to kill an elephant.

If that is the required dress code, then he'll join her.

Touché.

Did someone order a devilishly handsome being? #SeductiveSunday

The queue of people waiting to sell their souls to the devil.

Is it a gift? He enjoys those.

Their very existence is being threatened? Well, people should get some last minute sinning in. Wouldn't hurt to have a few extra toys to play with when he's forced back downstairs.

Well, this is a surprise.

My, my. If it isn't his favorite princess.

He isn't going to let her get to him. Truly. He's just going to take a seat near her.

She most certainly does not. Is subtly trying to get her attention.

It works every time. Turns towards her, so that he's draped across the chair. "Nothing in particular, but now that you're obviously not busy-"

"Good, because I am much more exciting than whatever drivel that you decided was worth consuming."

He took a tiny nap, so what did he miss?