Re: [The piano bar: Misha & Lucifer.]
Sitting at the table, even if his gaze was focused on the stage, it was easy enough for Lucifer to start to notice all the little things about Misha that weren't quite what they should be. The fire scorching the floor beneath his shoes, that was one. Another was the spread of his wings. The shimmer of anger that put a taste into the air. It was obvious that he was walking the Earth as something more than human, but without the care or knowledge of how to hide it. Because, as Janus had so frustratingly reminded him the other day, there was always something (or someone) that could cause a person harm. That, combined with the passing comment that Misha had made about part of his childhood, Lucifer's own anger grew at those above that had misled the boy from the very start, and that had kept them apart.
He was already moving when Misha turned and nodded at that other chair, so it didn't take him long to complete his short journey. Outwardly, he was much calmer than the boy at the table, though that discounted the roll of emotions within. He was nervous as well, though it didn't show on his face or in his easy gait when he approached. It was not a secret to anyone that Lucifer had his own share of daddy issues, though that didn't seem to be a particularly good point to start with.
So he let the music flow around them, waiting as well, and they reached the end of one song and partway into the next before he turned his eyes away from the stage and looked at Misha. This close, it was more than strange to see him, but Lucifer gave a nod of acknowledgement while also raising his eyebrows with curiosity.