Lucifer raised his eyebrows at Will, who was glowering at him. "He has a face like a slapped ass," he informed Clio, as if he was telling her some dark, special secret.
Clio felt like she was betraying Will by not refuting that, but if she did Lucifer was just as likely to burn Will's face off. So she sat still until the waitress came to take their orders. Clio's mouth opened to say something, but she felt Lucifer's hand on her arm again- clearly a warning.
"No no, Professor Femouz, allow me. All of us will both have the lobster and steak dinner. And your most expensive bottle of wine, please, we're celebrating!" As the waitress walked away, Lucifer did not remove his arm. "I'm sure you can cover that, right? How much does being a slut for the saints pay?"
"Please-" Clio said, her eyes falling closed. Her voice was shaking, barely above a whisper. "Please."
Lucifer frowned and turned away from her. "Women are so dramatic," he said to Will. "Gotta get your dick wet somehow though," Lucifer reached out to pat Will's shoulder. "What about it, Warren? Tell me. How's that pagan pussy?"