Lucifer wasn't getting it at all, and Gecko was losing it. He stood up, his hands rubbing on his arms, nervous and twitchy.
"You're the filet mignon!" he finally exclaimed. "You're the wagyu cutlet and I'm a steak'um and she's not going to even look at me if you're in here looking like an actual dinner and not something you find in a rotating food heater in a gas station so will you please just," he made a shoo'ing motion toward the door.