“Hey sweetcheeks,” Angel said as he slid into the seat next to Lucifer’s on the couch. “My doctor told me I’m missin’ vitamin U. Can ya help me with that?”

Lucifer raised his head, looking up at him.

“I didn’t know that was a vitamin.”

Angel’s smile grew. That went straight over his head, huh? How far could he take this before the penny dropped?

 

“If it’s true that we are what we eat, then I could be you by mornin’.”

The skin between Lucifer’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Since when are you a cannibal? Wait, no, it’s technically not cannibalism if you eat me, is it?”

At that, Angel almost cracked up.

“Not a cannibal, no.”

He leaned in closer, into Lucifer’s space.

“You’re so sweet, ya could put Hershey’s out of business.”

“Who?”

 

Okay, he should have expected that one, Lucifer was pretty out of the loop on human things. Maybe he should go with something more obvious.

“As long as I have a face, you’ll have a place to sit.”

“Why would I…” Lucifer trailed off, Angel’s grin growing as he watched in delight as Lucifer’s cheeks started to grow golden. “I, uh. Thank you…?”

Angel couldn’t keep himself from laughing this time. “‘Thank you’?” He’d never gotten that response to using the cheesiest pickup lines he could think of before.

“I don’t know, it’s been years since I’ve been so brazenly flirted with by someone that isn’t Ozzie.” Lucifer hid his face behind his hand, blush fully visible regardless.

“I don’t mind, it’s kinda cute. In a dorky, nerdy kinda way.”

“...I’m not sure that’s a compliment.”

“It is.” Angel leaned in close again, so close that his arm brushed Lucifer’s shoulder. “So, what about it?”

“What about what?”

“Wanna sit on my face?”

 

Lucifer’s blush grew brighter, and he scratched his cheek, hesitating for a moment before meeting Angel’s eyes.

“Maybe… we could start with a drink, first.”

Angel’s grin widened.

He could work with that.

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