[There was an edge of exasperation there, and Lucifer smiled at Lloyd, sipping at his drink before he leaned forward to set it on the table. A hand slid into his inner suit pocket and he pulled out a silver case.]
Smoke? Tobacco on the left, rather decent pot on the right.
[He opened the case and pulled out a cigarette for himself.]
There's no relaxing in real Hell, dear boy. No rest for the wicked is a saying for a reason.
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[There was an edge of exasperation there, and Lucifer smiled at Lloyd, sipping at his drink before he leaned forward to set it on the table. A hand slid into his inner suit pocket and he pulled out a silver case.]
Smoke? Tobacco on the left, rather decent pot on the right.
[He opened the case and pulled out a cigarette for himself.]
There's no relaxing in real Hell, dear boy. No rest for the wicked is a saying for a reason.