He swipes the glass from Kyle's hand, leaning away just out of reach, side-eying him strangely. This isn't fun if Kyle doesn't rise to the bait. If Kyle tries to get it back he will keep moving.

"He needs to mingle," Lucifer says. Swirls the remaining liquid around in the glass. "I'll rescue him if I must. It's usually very obvious." Not even because Lucifer would be able to feel it. Istredd wilts, simply put. That might come sooner rather than later. It's been... a few months since, well, any of them have been to a large event. If they had a curfew, they'd all be asleep well under it.

He makes a decision and downs the rest of Kyle's drink, setting the empty glass down. "Alright, come on, whatever this is, it's sad." He holds out a hand to Kyle, making a 'come along' gesture.