Len's eyes went cold, calculating for a moment, like two chips of ice set beneath furrowed brows. But he decided Lucifer was actually telling the truth, and sipped at the glass. Wow, okay, so apparently Luci was hiding the good stuff behind the bar. And he had thought the other stuff was good.

"Drugs aren't my thing," he declared. "But thanks for the offer."

"So," he said, toying with the glass in his hand. He did have a tendency to fidget when nervous, and for all his appearance of languid grace, he was somewhat nervous. Screwing up wasn't his style, and he had definitely screwed up tonight. "What's it gonna take for you to forget my little indiscretion?"