This was bound to happen. Of course it was. Lucifer assumed this version of Balthazar was his just by glancing at the angel waltzing into his impressive abode. Yet, the touch was off. So was the whole aura between the two men. Balthazar could feel it.

"I'm Balthazar. The other one I suppose you could say. The newer version anyway. This must all seem very confusion to you and it is, yet I live with a man called Jack and he's my lover, just as the Balthazar you know is very dear to you."

He hoped this was making some sense as he shoved both hands in his pockets and offered Lucifer a shy smirk. Would the man even acknowledge him and offer him the booze? Or had he pissed the devil off in a way by causing the embarrassment on his part? He partly hoped the angel would see reason. Pulling one hand out of his pockets, he ran a hand through his dirty blond hair.