Pleasant conversation
Michael's composure had left him as he mindlessly handed over his menu. His eyes stared at Lucifer's lips as the prince dared defy his personal space. He only made it worse, it seemed, instead of buying time. Lucifer was like a cat who had just sniffed out a weak prey about to run for its life. Enough with the metaphors.
Lucifer didn't stutter, but Michael sure did. "Eh-rm... what? Well, I don't... I don't know what I think.. I mean, I think I know what I think.. I mean..."
He quickly searched Lucifer's face for some small clue as to what Lucifer expected from him. He needed some guidance through this one. Was the dark prince courting him or something? No way, that couldn't be right. Of course he wasn't. The tall strong manly man's muscles relaxed as he tried to come up with something that didn't sound thoughtless, but didn't defy his lord.
"... You tell good jokes..." He coughed, shifting in his chair.
Lucifer didn't stutter, but Michael sure did. "Eh-rm... what? Well, I don't... I don't know what I think.. I mean, I think I know what I think.. I mean..."
He quickly searched Lucifer's face for some small clue as to what Lucifer expected from him. He needed some guidance through this one. Was the dark prince courting him or something? No way, that couldn't be right. Of course he wasn't. The tall strong manly man's muscles relaxed as he tried to come up with something that didn't sound thoughtless, but didn't defy his lord.
"... You tell good jokes..." He coughed, shifting in his chair.