It wasn't that Lucy was stunned when Ruby turned down the offer for the wine it was just that that was the only play he had left in his playbook that required her to get more comfortable. Fuck. Lucifer was out of practice when it came to actually trying to respectably convince a woman to sleep with him for the right reasons as opposed to blatantly insisting they do so for all the wrong reasons. Of course she shouldn't, even he wasn't drinking yet and if Lucy wasn't drinking it clearly wasn't an appropriate time for drinking. Maybe he should invest in something other than alcohol and cigarettes.
Lucy watched Ruby and tried to mask the horror that she'd breached the conversation topic. He had absolutely no idea what to say and he couldn't possibly tell her what Sane had said to him after she'd left because then he'd have to explain far too much to her. "You know what, don't even worry about it. It..." yeah. Don't worry about it, good answer, it was only mildly traumatic and wholly embarrassing. Don't worry about it. He needed to come up with a better reply than that.
Nice? That word worried him, the evening in general? The sex? He thought the sex was a little more than nice. Out of what seemed to be no where Lucifer was surrounded by a sinking feeling, maybe he'd already fucked it up by feeling a whole lot more than he ought to. "I..." he tried to think of a reply for her do what I can? You're welcome. "I guess I ought to get you your dress."