I'd consider you gracing me with your presence and conversation enough, my dear. A little tit for tat. I believe... yes. They have milkshakes here. Floats as well, if that floats your boat.

[Wasn't he funny? He was hilarious. Admire him, Angela. He was looking all suave in his tailored suit and charming smiles. He didn't bother trying with drawing out her desires, and it was unlikely his magnetism would work on her as well. Deity immunity (or preference for another gender). But he did like to be admired, nonetheless. Even if he'd never follow through on anything anymore.]

Tell me all about why male angels with wings have you looking so confused. I'll have a scotch, please.

[The latter said to the waiter who'd finally come over once Lucifer had seated himself.]