[The angle's a little bit of a strain, but it seems the would-be thief agrees enough to change it, crawling into his lap instead. He feels hands move and can hear the sound of a button and fly being undone, scents the muskier smell of his arousal being undone. Arms loop around him and through it all, the mouth doesn't cease nipping and teasing at his.

Lucifer's hands are busy on their own, sliding up under the open shirt, fingers gentle as they search out and outline the scars he'd seen when the man had been half-dressed.

Then those lips are drawing back and he looks up at smirking blue eyes and finds himself amused and aroused.]

Well, less clothes and another drink would be a good start. I do love a good suit, but fabric does tend to get in the way of skin on skin.