She decided for whiskey for her second drink, especially if the man was paying. When he introduced himself, Eve's inner monologue went wild. Of course she was with Lucifer. If this had been home, her father would have been so thrilled he'd probably piss himself - or whatever was equivalent for a Lord Demon to do. She's never met her Lucifer, but she'd heard stories, and this one seemed a lot more... animated. And suave.
She took his hand and shook it. "Eve Levine. We met on the network when you arrived. I'm technically the daughter of Balam, but I generally like to conveniently forget he exists." She offered him a warm, sultry smile which was, in essence, one of Eve's normal smiles.