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[The compliment gets a pleased, slightly sheepish smile from Lloyd.]

Thanks. I guess I just like to keep busy. After Vegas, it feels strange if I'm not spinning fifty plates at once.

The bodyguards are more like a rental service, for whoever needs 'em. 'Cause hell isn't the safest sorta place, you know? And tough guys for hire is a kind of talent, too. So it all goes under the same umbrella.

Here's my business card, if you ever need a bodyguard. Or showbiz representation.

[He's pulled the card out of his shirt pocket and he leans forward so he can offer it to Lucifer.]

I guess you probably wouldn't need a bodyguard.

[It occurs to him after a second that it was a pretty dumb offer to make. The truth is, he just kinda likes showing off his business card, even though Kenzi says it's got no taste.]

[He took the card, looking at it with a quick flash of a smile.]

Hah! See? I was right. Pink Lloyd.

[Wasn't he brilliant? He was brilliant. But as he took another drag from his cigarette, he tucked the card away in an inside pocket.]

Not really, no, but then again, that's likely because I came with my own. You really must meet Maze sometime. I keep trying to set her up with all these fun things to do; torture, beatings, and she keeps slithering off to do her own thing. Demons. What can you do with them, mm?

[Lloyd doesn't roll his eyes, but he does pull a slight face at Pink Lloyd. He was kinda hoping that little nickname would go away, even though he does, in fact, know the fucking band.]

Couldn't tell ya, man. I guess I am one, now. A demon.

[He points up at the goofy little horn he's been growing. He doesn't feel like a demon. He feels like a fucking idiot.]

Are you guys like...

[He gestures vaguely, not actually sure what he's asking. At least now he's pretty sure that Maze isn't an unruly cat, but the way Lucifer talks about her, it still kinda sounds like she's a really violent pet.]

[Don't roll your eyes, Lloyd. Pink Floyd was a pretty badass band, and if the Devil liked it, maybe it was due a little respect.]

Oh, are those real? I thought it was one of those little headbands, like with cat ears and whatnot. May I?

[He reached forward, as if to touch them, pausing when he asks about Maze.]

Doing the do? Oh, I suppose, off and on. She's been my right hand for the better part of ten billion years, and she's certainly not hard to look at. Mazikeen was Hell's best torturer-- well, my Hell. Born as she was, a Lilum, child of Lilith, the original demon and mother to all. She has excellent taste in clothes and a preference for leather, though one can hardly blame her as she's got the body to pull it off. But as of late, no, we have not been. She's been snippy over my houseguest.

[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?

[Lucifer would be the first to tell him that one doesn't gain or lose masculinity points for clothes they wear or whom they fuck. Own what you are, Lloyd. Masculinity's overrated, anyway.

Setting his cigarette in the ashtray, he also puts his glass down, leaning on the table a bit to hold himself there as he first looks at the horn, then starts to touch it. It's exploring, that touch, starting at the tip and working down and around it to the base, seeing what the texture is like and how it's attached to the man's head. Fascinating, really.]

Mm, makes you a bit of a unicorn, doesn't it? Demonic narwhal.

[He's still mostly paying attention to the horn, because really, Lloyd. He likes new things. But he answers a little distractedly.]

Mm, an angel. Well, not a real one, mind you. Not as I or my siblings are, anyway. But this reality's version of one, and she happens to be from my world. What with Little Eden being toxic ground at the moment, she needed somewhere safe where she wouldn't be harried by this demon/angel nonsense.

[The horn exploring feels nice but strange, and it has Lloyd squinting a bit and keeping his tongue pressed between his teeth to avoid making any awkward sounds whenever Lucifer touches an especially sensitive spot.

He manages to get out a faintly amused snort at this unicorn shit. Sure, that's him all right. A goddamn unicorn.]

Not, uh-- [His memory isn't the greatest, and it's kinda tough to concentrate with the horn probing going on, but finally, he's got it:] Chloe Decker? She mentioned working with a Lucifer. Homicide cases.

[He was already drawing his hand back, making to sit back where he'd started, reaching for his drink as he did when he paused as Lloyd said a name.]

Ooh, look at you, getting around and picking up all sorts of information. You might be more useful than just for party favors. Yes, Unicorn, that would be the angel currently residing under my roof.

[There was an implied 'under my protection' in there as well. Could Lloyd hear it?]

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