[ Elio proceeds to take the reins on tonight's dinner extravaganza and Lucifer just watches him, one eyebrow quirked expectantly. He wouldn't necessarily have trusted the Detective to pick out a restaurant for them for a night-out, let alone the food, mostly because, well, her taste pretty much amounts to single-mum-with-a-full-time-job which means fast, easy and uncomplicated. No, if he'd been dating her, he would've carved out the path for them both, made it stylish and elegant, tried to bring a little light into her dreary, murder-infested world.
With Elio... they started out like that too, didn't they, when they didn't know each other well. Lucifer would presume to set the course for them, get Elio a job at Lux, tell him not to waste his Saturdays, ineffectively attempt to mojo his desires out of him. Yes, just as Elio used to have easy-to-skip-on dates, Lucifer's used to creating scenarios, like he created the stars, he's used to setting things in motion, waiting for the individual pieces to fall as they fit, as they choose (because he's not his Father, he doesn't have to know).
He's been treating humanity this way, he thinks. Since the dawn of time.
Leaning back in his chair, he nods and slides his foot more firmly against Elio's, seeking that sense of connection, the feeling of being tethered. He likes the other man's choices, of course. How couldn't he? It's something Elio thinks he'll like and he's even careful enough about it to seek out Lucifer's approval afterwards, the question unvoiced but blatant, clear and precise. ]
Lovely, my dear.
[ He gives the other man a small smile and lets the evening run its course.
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With Elio... they started out like that too, didn't they, when they didn't know each other well. Lucifer would presume to set the course for them, get Elio a job at Lux, tell him not to waste his Saturdays, ineffectively attempt to mojo his desires out of him. Yes, just as Elio used to have easy-to-skip-on dates, Lucifer's used to creating scenarios, like he created the stars, he's used to setting things in motion, waiting for the individual pieces to fall as they fit, as they choose (because he's not his Father, he doesn't have to know).
He's been treating humanity this way, he thinks. Since the dawn of time.
Leaning back in his chair, he nods and slides his foot more firmly against Elio's, seeking that sense of connection, the feeling of being tethered. He likes the other man's choices, of course. How couldn't he? It's something Elio thinks he'll like and he's even careful enough about it to seek out Lucifer's approval afterwards, the question unvoiced but blatant, clear and precise. ]
Lovely, my dear.
[ He gives the other man a small smile and lets the evening run its course.
By Elio's design, tonight. ]