Lucifer brought up a very good point about dying in Vallo, one he had never considered. Where exactly would he go, should the situation arise? Hopefully, not someplace like the empty, which would be unpleasant. "Variety is the spice of life, or so they say." He laughed softly and shifted again in his seat.
"I guess whiskey or a beer would be good? Who am I to deny you a good toast? I should probably clarify that I didn't kill the original version. There was this covert group of Nazi necromancers. Their goal was to bring Hitler back from the dead, and obviously, they succeeded. Before they could leave the warehouse I managed to kill the bastard and as far as I'm aware, he's still dead. He was a complete weirdo, makes sense that being mocked would make for better torture." Mazikeen, it sounded like a typical name for a demon and he just nodded. "It was pretty much classic torture where I'm from, I don't think we had anything weird like loops or whatever."
His gaze dropped to his hands against the table for a moment, pushing those memories back down. He was nervous and when he was nervous, he rambled, which was usually not for the best. "I never back down from a fight, even when it seems impossible to win. I'm pretty good at reading body language and it should be easy for me to pick up on someone shady. They usually give off tells, even if they are subtle."