"Look, I get that playing barkeep is probably not high on your 'Things to do on Earth' list, Mazikeen." Words glided effortlessly from Lucifer's lips as he moved around the bar, pouring himself a drink. They were currently closed, he wasn't going to make her make him a drink, especially while she was still training... well, not without asking her, at any rate.
Nor had he expected to have her cut his wings off, but... what was that saying? 'When in Los Angeles?' No, no... that was Vegas, not LA. "I told you, Maze. We're a team, always. The venue is different, sure, but nothing else has changed." If Maze was feeling like she had been abandoned by him, as his right hand demon or a friend or... well, he wasn't entirely sure what Maze thought of him, really... but he would just have to quell those feelings. "Besides, I imagine, eventually, when we go back to Hell, just... imagine all the new inspiration you'll have to take with you. Humans are amazing at torturing themselves, most of the time without trying."