[He's tugging on his pants and fixing himself up but forgoes the shirt for now.]

Demons?

[That definitely gets his attention, brows knitted as he studies the other wondering if he's just plain crazy or if he's serious. He's met humans with powers. People made into gods through different rituals or what have you. Who's to say demons don't actually exist? Rumor has it this guy is the Devil, goes by Lucifer, he'd heard the murmurings down in the club from one of the saucy bar tenders. Some mouthy chick he thought for sure would've followed him up for some fun. Hell it had been her idea, now that the night is coming back to him. A set up then... For this guy?]

Fits your M.O. then I guess. What, is your friend running the bar sending poor drunks up here for you to torture or something? You're the devil right?

[And he's making his way back into the room casually, not sparing a glance to his gun even if that's really what he's after.]

I just thought maybe it was a figure of speech.