Shrug. It wasn’t ever cool to Lucifer, it was more of a pain than anything. It’s a shame that NOW he realizes learning sign language would have been really helpful. He makes some shapes with his hands asking if the other man had any sort of writing stuff on him. Pens, paper, anything would be nice. It’s either that or charade’s night with the family, so.
Dominick takes at least twenty minutes to try and comprehend what he’s attempting to ‘say’. “Oh, paper!” He dig into his satchel to see if he had any, but alas he was fresh out. He did have his wand in there, though. ‘I wonder…’ He thought silently to himself before conjuring an inked quail and a few sheets of paper in his bag before taking them out without the wand. “Here! Write your name!”
Lucifer nods in thank you and grabs the paper and the quail. He gives the writing utensil a good look-over, he wasn't exactly used to something so old fashioned. Oh well, now at least he would be able to communicate! He never was good at charades. 'Lucifer's my name. What's yours?'
