[The closer to the Devil he gets, the stronger the influence and sitting with barely a foot between them makes it hard to ignore him. There's an itch rising in him, one he needs to scratch, one he wants to scratch, one telling his mind that he's alive and he should enjoy it while he can. He got a second chance, why waste it? He's here and it's been so very long. He swallows it down even as a tremor moves through his hands to the very tips of his fingers and he has to casually set the glass on his knee so the Devil doesn't see him shudder at the idea of being punished. Not in a bad way of course. He can't seem to take his eyes off of Lucifer as he speaks, making it almost too easy for his ability to latch onto him and drag the truth out of him. Though his brows do furrow as if he's somewhat aware of wanting to answer or what he's going to say, but he can't stop himself.]

I want answers. How am I still alive? Why am I here? [He swallows.]

I want to know where your safe is so I can take your money. Make my way back to Central City. [A pause, then almost casually, ]

And I want you.

[He seems to regain himself, shaking it off and seeming confused over what just fell out of his mouth. He's not usually so open, especially not with a stranger. Why did he even say those things? What did Lucifer do to him. But as blue eyes meet Lucifers darker pair with something almost cold, it melts away as a heat threatens to consume him. He could get up, put some distance between them, but he doesn't want to. A part of him wants to do the exact opposite and get closer. He's able to resist, but just barely and he's not sure how long he'll keep resisting the urge to throw caution to the wind and let go.]