[Leonard's eyes narrow at the nick name, head ticking slightly with his annoyance as he grits his teeth and tightens his grip on the weapon. He ignores the prodding at him for the moment, sorely tempted to freeze the devil where he stands even if it won't hold him long. He just needs to make a get away now that he's been caught and trying to calculate all of that with a foggy head is not easy. Now he remembers exactly why he never drank enough to pass out. Let alone in some strangers apartment.]

I originally came up here to see if there was anything worth taking. As it turns out nothing caught my eye but the wall of whiskey.

[A shrug.]

Boredom makes you do stupid things sometimes. Maybe I wanted a taste of the good life.

[A shift in his tone to something more dangerous.]

My mistake.

[Lucifer isn't near a phone but he might have one in his pocket. He could freeze a way through the floor but the elevator would beat him to wherever he might try to run. They were too high up to make a jump. He was trapped so the only way he could get out of this was killing the devil or making a deal with him.

What did he have to lose anymore? He wasn't even meant to be alive. He has no idea how he ended up in L.A. of all places. Somehow he wound up here. Got tempted to go up stairs, drink and pass out in the devils bed. The man clearly has an influence over him, which makes him somewhat uncomfortable in more ways than one. His curiosity and loneliness want to explore, the other part of him loathes it. He didn't sacrifice himself to cut some strings only to be found in another's grasp.]

So let me guess, super strength, fast healing, can't die?

[He could slow him down, but if the guy is who he says he is he'd probably find him somehow.]

Am I missing anything?