"Well, clock is ticking. They only got about..." He looks down at his wrist, checking an invisible watch. "Twenty minutes. Then I'm crashing." Though the caution about the incubi earns a quiet laugh. Yeah, no. So long as Dylan has his wits about him, he definitely doesn't intend on ever fucking a demon. But what is it that book about mice and men says? The best laid schemes and all....

His hand falls to his side and he pushes away from the counter. Lucifer might not have been an intentional guest in the room, but it feels pretty rude not to escort him out -- make sure he doesn't wind up falling through some invisible pit when he steps out into the hall or something.

Of course, all this before Lucifer gives his name which causes Dylan to do a momentary double take. Okay, so this isn't the Lucifer of this place obviously. Unless he can shapeshift which....is probably under the umbrella category for Lucifer powers. But maybe this guy's parents were just satanists and gave him the unfortunate name. Not every Lucifer is always the devil, right?

"If that ain't a powerful name around this place. I hope at least one of these times you'll get an accidental letter or phonecall meant for the Luci of this place. And I hope it's something real fucking juicy." He grins.