[This Lucifer is much closer to the devil Lloyd used to know than the the blond, creepy guy he met at the Welcome Center. He's handsome, affable, charming in a flippant kind of way... not unlike Flagg at all. Lloyd's wariness isn't written plainly on his face, he's learned to keep that sorta thing under wraps, but there's a certain cautiousness to how he looks at the guy, like he's waiting for the monster underneath the charming exterior to turn up.

He comes inside, looking confused for a second, not sure what it is he needs to numb, until the penny drops.]

Oh, this?

[He touches his nose.]

Got it on Brimstone Day. You know, when all the assholes come out to play? One of 'em tried to hunt down my friend.

[Aw man, maybe he shouldn't have gone off about Brimstone. He doesn't even know if this Lucifer is one of them. Better change the subject, quick.]

Nice place.

[Real nice. Expensive and classy, which isn't a combination you see in hell very often.]