By shoving the bread basket his way, Lucifer pushes against the unspoken rules of this little game they're playing. He's essentially forced Wilhelm to acknowledge him — and subsequently acknowledge that they've been ignoring each other up until now. The big fucking elephant in the room.

Asshole.

With a countenance as still and sharp as granite, and eyes cutting like hot steel through Lucifer, he accepts the basket...only to immediately pass it along to the diner seated next to him. The moment his attention turns away from Lucifer, he pulls together a maliciously pleasant little smile.

"More bread?" he prompts the person whose name he's already forgotten.