[ So he knows. He does know about the soullessness. Which is more worrying than Dorian wants to admit. ]

In my defense, I rarely get to talk about this with anybody. Most people are simply oblivious to my soulless state, so I take what I can get.

[ As the waitress walks over, Dorian turns his attention fully to her, giving her a winning smile as he orders. ] I'll take a cafe Americano please, no fancy additions like vanilla or extra foam, just the coffee. [ He turns back towards Lucifer, waiting to see what he'd order. Did the devil even drink coffee in the first place? ]