Steve raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes, "It's not the way you'd get it in London, but it's not completely undrinkable. For this place it's about as good as it gets, unless you visit Peggy. I don't suggest trying it without an invite though. She's not someone to mess with."

The joke made him smile and he slid the food out of the pan and onto a plate, heading for the table, "Yeah. I kinda got that vibe. It's not what my reality assumes Hell is like, but it sure isn't paradise. Have a seat?" He gestured at the chair across from him, enjoying the conversation even if the subject matter wasn't very pleasant. He also liked the prickly man. He was interesting.

"I don't expect to leave. I'm used to this place. I won't say I'm not surprised by some of the stuff we get tossed into, or some of the horrors we're faced with, but mostly I'm used to it. Hearing your opinions doesn't bother me. I think it's interesting. So, what's your kingdom like? I mean, you clearly have a lot more class than out Lucifer." Which was more a joke than a compliment, but Steve's smile was sincere.