"If you do magic then you don't have to talk to anyone," Lucifer points out. He just has to do what he's already good at and people will keep their distance, though they may approach him afterwards. Still, there are worse things. It's not a speech.

That's the best compliment anyone could give me, he practically trills at being called 'such a problem'. This really should be no surprise.

"Last chance," he offers, but there's no seriousness to the words, no overwhelming levels of doubt from the early parts of that night. Last chance to back out, to not go through with whatever this is between them. To simply let it go. "Otherwise," he continues, leaning into Istredd's space, "I am dragging you out to that dance floor."