Lucifer felt Joshua too, the moment he stepped into the bar. It was impossible to miss, and he cringed in distaste. The angels were bad enough to deal with. The Son of God, the mortal manifestation of his Father, was something he'd entirely hoped to avoid. It looked, however, like the world hated him.
When the man sat down a few seats away, Lucifer didn't look over. He didn't have to. He could see the smug disapproval on the other man's face without actually seeing it at all. He lifted his glass and drained the rest of it, knowing that it wouldn't steel him for the conversation that was sure to come.