The elegant tune of a piano drifts through the air, filling the bar and giving it a certain calmness despite the amount of people inside. Idle chatter can be heard everywhere inside Lux, and the Morningstar himself walks around the place, radiating that charming confidence that's so normal in him. But there's something that bugs him. A disturbance, perhaps, like an aura that shouldn't be there.

And he quickly finds its source.

Approaching the culprit, he sits down on the barstool next to them. His expression is knowing but not malicious at all. Not even cunning, for a change.

"You are a tad bit too young to be drinking that, aren't you? Why not choose something with a... Smaller alcohol percentage?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and leaning back in his seat, eyeing this rather small anomaly that has decided to present itself in his bar. A teenager of very recognizable features.

"You know, I can smell a Constantine from very, very far away." He adds, absentmindedly summoning a glass of what looks like orange juice and using it to replace the kid's whiskey.

"And I know your father. He might be a... Bad role model, but he still wouldn't be very proud if he found out you were trying to match his drinking pace."