[ So he was transparent. At least he wasn't a cackling supervillain. Lucifer whirled the whiskey in the glass, carefully, then took a sip. Booze didn't do much to him, he'd have to drink a truck full of it to have any kind of effect, but it would keep Dean here longer. ]
He wouldn't have been. That's how Cain always was; he preferred to let people work things out for themselves. It was more entertaining, and he had the time.
Just as you do. Eternity, actually--so long as you keep that Mark on your arm. That's the deal. Stay here a moment.
[ Lucifer dropped his glass, then slid off the stool, stepping across the room toward a group of men sat around a table. He bent close, whispering something into the ear of the largest, most muscular man. He shot a glance at Dean, then turned to speak to his friends as Lucifer returned to his stool. ]
That was perhaps a little unfair of me. I'm sure you don't really think that "only pussies drink real ale".
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He wouldn't have been. That's how Cain always was; he preferred to let people work things out for themselves. It was more entertaining, and he had the time.
Just as you do. Eternity, actually--so long as you keep that Mark on your arm. That's the deal. Stay here a moment.
[ Lucifer dropped his glass, then slid off the stool, stepping across the room toward a group of men sat around a table. He bent close, whispering something into the ear of the largest, most muscular man. He shot a glance at Dean, then turned to speak to his friends as Lucifer returned to his stool. ]
That was perhaps a little unfair of me. I'm sure you don't really think that "only pussies drink real ale".