The LAPD poker night was in full swing. The music drifts over the tables as cops and civilians mill about. Chips trade back and forth as Lucifer manages to be both an excellent and atrocious player.

He smirks proudly, clicking chips rhythmically in his fingers. His eyes are focused solely on you. It feels like a predator gauging his prey.

"Come now darling, you're not planning to fold are you?"