Mr. Winchester, it wasn't often he heard that. Then again, he almost always used fake names. "You can just call me Dean, it's cool." He accepted the offered hand and shook it firmly in return. It was incredibly strange to be standing in front of the devil, a being he had killed off in his world. So far, they were nothing alike. The one before him was far more sophisticated and well dressed, not to mention British, which seemed weird.
Dean took a seat at the booth, a safe distance from Lucifer and he placed his arms against the table with his hands clasped together, offering him a nervous smile. "No, thank you, I'm good. I appreciate it, though." While he could have definitely used a drink, it seemed like that wouldn't be the best choice, given this was a professional meeting. "The place is pretty busy, looks like business is booming."