Now that Lux was gaining reputation among the native population, Lucifer faced the issue of having to wrestle together a schedule of available acts instead of having one or two acts that practically made the choices for him. He'd finally put the finishing touches on the coming month's entertainment without doubles or forgetting any of the acts that actually deserved to come back.
He was just starting on the work schedules when he noticed tall, dark and dangerously handsome heading his way. An eyebrow arched in a playful manner and he leaned back, arms resting along the back of the booth as he appreciated the newcomer's way of getting from Point A to Point B. He was a happily taken man by the Detective these days but it didn't mean he couldn't appreciate aesthetics.
"Mr. Winchester. It's a pleasure." He extended his hand to Dean to shake. "Why don't you take a seat and we'll talk. Would you like something to drink?"