It seems David Bowie is a touchy subject. Okay, noted. That's going to take a lot of effort on Toby's part to not mention, but he'll manage. Somehow. Hopefully.

The handshake is stronger and warmer than Toby's expecting, but it feels lovely against his own cool skin. He doesn't let his fingers linger the way he wants to (he has a feeling that will go over quite poorly if he tries for it), but there's a definite reluctance to the way the vampire takes back his hand.

"Well, that is because I've already indulged in some tonight. Plus another..." He looks back at the table to check how far into his current bottle of whiskey he is before whipping back around to Lucifer. "Two thirds of a bottle of cheap whiskey. I don't want it for getting drunk - it's too good for that - but for those nights when I could use something nice to drink while I read or relax."

This may be a bit of a Hail Mary on his part, but he tries for a stretch on this next one. "I have friends who are angels back home I could share it with, too. Promise I'd drink it only with them, if you'd prefer. Seems like it'd be better shared anyway."

Is he reaching really hard right now to get what he wants? You bet your sweet ass he is.