"Neat." Lucifer nodded his head once with the word. He wanted to taste the brandy and know the flavor without any interruptions. Even ice would be a distraction.
"And listen, Mary, I would find it really helpful if you'd be able to have a seat and talk with me when you get back. Just for a little bit. I just got here. I'm ... unsure about things."
It was a lie. A lie from the Prince of them, himself. He knew what was going on, but perhaps Mary would be able to give him something that he couldn't get himself. Some tidbit, anything.
He realized he might have been looking for a bit of fun, maybe she knew somebody who would be easily tempted into something, and that's where he'd be able to find that fun.
"I'll pay for a drink for each of your tables to keep them quiet, and tip you enough to cover what they would have given you."