People always do tend to take the little things for granted, but they're often the things we miss the most.

[Lucifer was already seated with a glass, the bottle on the bar for Lloyd to pour from if he wanted. He could see the way the man (boy) looked at him, as if he was wary, a little scared, and yet interested all in one. He didn't mind that look. He knew that look. It was much more predictable than some.]

Sit, if you like. I won't make you, but I wouldn't mind the company. If we're to be seeing each other for business when we can, it can't hurt to shoot the breeze a little, mm?