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Emboldened from talking to Castle, Lucifer was finally ready to determine whether or not his current roommate, Clark Kent, was really the Clark Kent. Only days turned into weeks and their schedules never matched up. So after what felt like an eternity, (but clearly wasn't and he should know,) he took the evening off of work and waited.

Being who he was, he'd decided to do so in a fashion befitting any good entrapment movie scene, complete with a solitary light in the room that left him more in shadows than illuminated, as he sat on the couch and drank a glass of whiskey.

He found himself checking the time several times over the course of the night, not knowing much about his roommate's habits at all. But eventually he heard the familiar sound of the door opening and there he was, the dreadfully dull looking man who showed no signs of living a double life. That, in and of itself, was impressive to a degree.

"You know," Lucifer said. "I'm guessing you look a lot better in the cape."

Clark took in the darkness in the room and his roommate, who usually wasn't home this time of night, sitting there as though he'd been waiting for Clark to come back for a while now. He cleared his throat. "What is that," he said carefully, though his tone wasn't wary, more amused than anything else, "an interrogation?"

It was a normal thought for Clark, to wonder who among the crew and the travelers were aware of the whole Clark Kent is Superman thing. With someone like Diana it was easy. Clearly she would know who he was. He set his bag down and nodded toward the glass of whiskey. "Is there a glass for me, too?"

"Only because I can," Lucifer admitted. He cracked a small grin and then set his glass down so he could pour one for Clark. "You are Superman, though, right?" he asked. "And without Maze here to do the interrogating, I'm afraid this will seem rather lame."

He missed Maze. As much as he'd adjusted to life aboard the Enterprise, he missed his demon. And the detective. And his brother. His therapist. Ella and all her quirkiness.

Even Dan.

"Not here," Clark said, taking the drink offered to him and sitting on the chair catty-corner to the sofa. "There really isn't any need for Superman to make an appearance, is there?"

Lucifer stared at Clark for a moment before saying, "Sure there's no actual crime or anything, but how else do I get to say I met Superman?" He had, technically, of course. But not in the cape.

"Considering that you're aware that I'm Superman," Clark said, his tone changing slightly enough from Clark Kent to more his normal tone, though he was beginning to wonder why he needed to do any kind of concealing at all here on the Enterprise. "I don't really think you need to worry about the nuances of the matter."

"But you look boring dressed like this," Lucifer protested, eyeing Clark. "And on occasion one of the more mutant-like travelers has been known to act up. So it's always possible that you'll need to wear the cape anyway."

He paused. "Of course, if you're not using it…"

Clark laughed. "Are you really asking if you could borrow my cape?" he asked. "I don't think it'll look very good on you."

"It wouldn't," Lucifer agreed. "Far too flamboyant for my tastes. And with my wings I don't even need it. But it is iconic."

Clark couldn't help but cross his arms and nod. "Sure it is, which is why I'm keeping it nicely folded up where it's safe." And where he can get to it very quickly, as well, if he needed to.

"Safe is boring, though," Lucifer protested. "Imagine that cape in the wrong hands. We might actually have some fun around here for once."

He needed a crime to solve, or someone new to try and figure out. He'd fallen into a routine in the Enterprise, and that was dreadful. It was quite possible that he was on the verge of becoming boring, himself.

He sipped his drink and rubbed his hands on his knee. "I really don't think that's the type of fun that I want my cape getting in to," he said. "So Lucifer, what did you do before showing up here? Before, well, the obvious."

"You mean besides being the ruler of Hell for centuries until I decided to retire and move to Los Angeles?" Lucifer asked. "I ran a club, called Lux. And I helped the LAPD solve crimes, as a civilian consultant. Something that I miss because it kept life interesting, as opposed to here."

"I would assume that you could probably make things interesting here too, if you wanted to." Not that Clark really believed that this was Lucifer - the devil, Lucifer, at least. Then again, stranger things had happened in his life. And right now, with all the different types of people on board the ship, maybe Clark should believe him.

"Oh I could, but I've already spent two nights in the brig and I'm not trying to go for a third time," Lucifer said. "In my defense, I only really earned the first trip there. The second was definitely that bloke's fault."

Clark actually laughed. "Why do you think that making things interesting automatically means a trip to the brig?"