Good choice! [If Lucifer has noticed his amused doubt or skepticism at his name, he hasn't responded to it. And indeed he's just too used to it to care. He'll smile and turn, catching the eye of a beautiful, blond woman in something that is barely a bikini.]

A glass with two fingers of our finest bourbon please, two of them. Neat. Thank you, darling. [She nods and smiles at Quentin, sizing him up and biting her lip as she passes him with a sway in her hips.]

Of course it is. I wouldn't lie. [He leans his long frame on a tall table for a standing group and tips his head at Quentin.]

I have been known by a few different names, Satan, Beelzebub, The Devil, et cetera. Lucifer suits me best, it's what my father called me. [Well, a name that actually WAS his, in any case. After he fell and was no longer called Samael, anyway.]