[ His eyebrows furrow at first before his expression settles. He turns to look over his shoulder -- and then has to direct his gaze upwards at the demon staring down at him.

Oh. It's the first thought that comes to mind, but the sound itself is one of quietly analyzing than shock. ]

It's no bother to me. [ He finally says after a measured pause. ] I did not think it would be that troublesome of a drink to order. [ Lucifer cannot help but give a pointed stare at the fairies behind him. The fae, in question, continue to look offended. ]

This is something like a dream, isn't it? Isn't it a nightmare to be unable to acquire the drink I want? [ Something-something poor customer service. ]