A soft red glow radiates from the many candles that line the walls of the restaurant, casting an eerie yet romantic light over the dining tables. The smell of freshly cooked cuisine and the sound of clinking dishes can be heard from the busy kitchen. A jazz band, whose instruments are made of human bones, plays smoothly in the corner, while guests dine on the finest dishes the Pride Ring has to offer. The tables are set with linen tablecloths, fine silverware and elegant wine glasses. He was making small, unobtrusive motions, yet he did sit up in a confident stance with legs spread and a straight back, fingers steepled, but here he was, rubbing a thumb over his other fingers in slow motions on top of the table occasionally tapping his foot against the wooden floors anxiously while avoiding your No words, pick-up lines or puns came into his mind. The King of Hell didn't know if it was either the tension from the date, how utterly ravishing you look . By each second of the date that goes by, slowly was the blonde fallen angel losing his mind inside his head as he was over thinking this whole. He bite his bottom lip out of apprehensiveness, his glances that were avoiding yours looked at another table of demons and to the left he was staring at a waiter before they fell upon you. Scooting in his chair — which made a creaking sound against the wooden floor — he slightly cringed at his chair’s creaking, before he locked eyes once again with his big vermillion-red ones with a titter. “Erm, so,” He croaked, fidgeting with the rim of his white top hat on the table. “Nice weather we're having, right?” Lucifer stated almost confidently, bring his hand up to the window nearby to showcase the clear skies of the Pride Ring within Hell. But his grin soon fell into a wider one with a panic undertone, widened eyes and sweating bullets when an explosion and gunshots could be seen and heard a few blocks away with demons screaming in pain or panic and maniacal laughter.