[Pink Floyd may have been a pretty badass band, but Pink Lloyd just does not have a badass ring to it at all. Unless you're a high ranking mobster who just happens to wear pink suits, you can't have a nickname like that without losing some precious masculinity points.

And Lloyd's already losing some, what with this single baby horn situation he's got going.]

Uh. Yeah, sure.

[It's kinda awkward, letting a guy touch your horn, especially when that horn is a little sensitive, and that guy is the fucking devil. But okay. Lloyd licks his lower lip and leans his head slightly forward, so Lucifer can reach.]

It's just the one horn, for now. I guess the other one is a late bloomer.

[Or so he's telling himself. In fact, there's been no sign of a second horn, period.]

She sounds like a real special lady. [He's being a little dry but not in a sarcastic way. He's sure the chick is special in plenty of ways, but maybe it's the kind of special Lloyd would rather avoid, even if she looks real awesome in leather. This whole torture business kinda freaks him out. Then again, he is having drinks with the former boss of hell.] Who's your houseguest?