(( Lucifer is obviously accustomed to having to look up at people, so David's height doesn't seem at all bothersome. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have a bit of a preference for taller partners (not hard to be taller than his paltry 5'6"). They might make quite a sight sauntering over to one of those private booths with purpose, but Lucifer doesn't really care if anyone's looking. This isn't his bar; why should he care if a scene unfolds?
A lopsided grin quirks up one corner of Lucifer's mouth at the sight. For as long as it took David to finally make a move (thank you, International Man of Mystery™), he certainly slides right into the role, doesn't he? Just as readily as Lucifer slides into the both. He pauses only long enough to pull holdbacks so the curtain falls closed behind him. And then? He's slinging a leg over the indicated thigh to straddle it, arms draping against David's shoulders. ))
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A lopsided grin quirks up one corner of Lucifer's mouth at the sight. For as long as it took David to finally make a move (thank you, International Man of Mystery™), he certainly slides right into the role, doesn't he? Just as readily as Lucifer slides into the both. He pauses only long enough to pull holdbacks so the curtain falls closed behind him. And then? He's slinging a leg over the indicated thigh to straddle it, arms draping against David's shoulders. ))
That's much better.