[Blue eyes narrow, jaw tensing as he really, seriously considers blasting a hand or something to test his theory, to see if he can heal, or break free, or just what he'd do in general to having a limb frozen. Instead he decides against giving the other an actual reason to call someone. So far, as he said, he doesn't have much in the way of needing to involve the police so long as he doesn't do something more to warrant it.
The gun softly whines, the noise fading off as it powers down. He lowers it to hold it at his side as he considers the man and the drink sitting on the end of the bar with his name on it. His head is warning him that that is a bad idea but he walks over, eyes trained on Lucifer as he picks up the glass.]
You really don't know who I am.
[He still doesn't trust him or fully believe him, but he'll nibble.]
no subject
The gun softly whines, the noise fading off as it powers down. He lowers it to hold it at his side as he considers the man and the drink sitting on the end of the bar with his name on it. His head is warning him that that is a bad idea but he walks over, eyes trained on Lucifer as he picks up the glass.]
You really don't know who I am.
[He still doesn't trust him or fully believe him, but he'll nibble.]
So, whats the catch?