"Oh, I think we can do better than simple beer." Lucifer draped a "companionable" arm around the young man's shoulders then started leading him toward a private booth. "Or, if you insist, then I must insist as a counter some Egyptian beer." Which could knock the feet out from under a troll.
"Come friend. What is your name? For I really like to know who doesn't appreciate what I have to offer." All the better to woo them in some way.
Lucifer signaled a waitress to attend them as he got them through the crowd.