The bar is fine. I doubt anyone would be inclined to both us. [Said Chilton, with a fleeting glance flicked Luggage's way. He set down his briefcase at the empty bar stool on his unoccupied side, lest Luggage get the brilliant idea to eat it.]

So what did he want to do with you? How bad in the damage?

[Chilton had an idea, of course, given how eagerly Lucifer had wanted to recruit his own talents. The devil was something of a collector.]

Old Fashioned on the rocks, thanks.

[An order to the tender without so much as a smile.]