[Truth be told Quentin sticks out like a sore thumb amongst all the well-dressed people in his bar. Quentin doesn't look like he belongs here and it certainly wouldn't be the first time. Everyone gets tempted by fate or the Devil at some point in their lives to seek out things they normally couldn't have. It's nothing new. A young man who doesn't yet realize how badly he might want a taste of things he thought weren't for him. Or at least, that is the general attempt at attraction when it comes to anything involving Lucifer. His den of sin is all too fitting. Casual in its elegance, with style and sensual vibes, sexual in every sense and a beacon of light to all that want to get away from their normal lives to LIVE a little, if only for a night.

The devil approaches the young man, standing and staring in awe and he almost feels a little sorry for how much he appears to be affecting him already. He smiles, grin wide and charming like a snake who's caught a mouse.]

I take it you are Quentin? [He stubs out his cigarette in a nearby tray and offers the other his now free hand for a shake.]

I am Lucifer Morningstar. [He tips his head to let his gaze roll over him appraisingly as he sips his beverage.]

Well, somewhat charmingly average but you aren't hideous. [he wants to pop the question but holds off for a moment.]

Can I get you a drink?