[ As they drove south from the coast of Cinque Terre, he'd received a text message from Amenadiel, telling him that something seemed to be happening with his necklace, something that made it glitter at night which, you know, the joke about his neon-rod had been inevitable. All the same, it's been at the back of Lucifer's mind since; the notion that yes, indeed, something is changing. Hard to say what it means, of course. Amenadiel has gone to the Silver City for answers which he'll obviously never have because no one up there knows anything of value and Dad, as always, is content to remain MIA.

Anyway, Lucifer's prepared to handle this when he must. Whatever it is.

But for now, he's delighted to be on a date, the kind that he hasn't even arranged himself. Can't remember when he'd been on one of those, last. If ever. The restaurant, Al Ceppo, is a lovely choice for the evening, all luxury authenticity, rustic, wooden panels and glimmering, gold-rimmed mirrors. The wine is excellent, too, and he's actually quite surprised that he's never heard of this place before. Then again, Rome's never been high on his list of preferred vacation spots. The Vatican, visible from their panoramic hotel windows, really is a mighty eyesore indeed.

At Elio's words, Lucifer sips his wine and cocks his head. ]

I'm flattered. Though, now I wonder - If you weren't serious about me, where would we have gone? [ A small smile. ] You see, people rarely take me on any kinds of dates.