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John sits at one of the tables, smoking a cigarette and drinking whiskey as he contemplates the Observation Window.

Come take his mind off the end of all living things. It strikes a little too close to home.

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"Yes, well, I know it seems off brand, but Detective Decker and I make a fabulous team."

Even she will see that eventually.

"She was in a softcore movie once. I recognized her almost straight away."

He seems - really pleased with this new development.

"Ohhh," John says. "There's a pretty lady involved. Of course."

"It's not like that," Lucifer protests.

And it really isn't.

"It's strictly professional."

And he is okay with that. Totally. Doesn't bother him one bit.

"Didn't you open a nightclub because you didn't want to get a real job?"

Not that John is one to talk, but let's face it, he was never the type for retail.

"I opened Lux because a nightclub is perfect for my skillset," Lucifer protests.

"As - as it turns out - is crime solving."

So there.

John smirks behind his glass. "Seducing a lot of suspects, are we?"

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"No," Lucifer says. "Of course not. I interrogate them."

What do you take him for, Constantine?

He takes him for the Lucifer Morningstar he knows, of course.

"I'd love to sit in on one of those sessions," John says. "Your technique must be fascinating."

Lucifer sits up a little straighter.

"Well, I do have an edge," he says, modestly. "On account of my, you know, talent."

John has opinions about Lucifer's talents.

"You sing to them?"

Lucifer gives him a look.

"I ask them what they truly desire. And they tell me."

"Oh, that talent. I like it when you sing better, but I suppose stripping someone down to their basest desires is more appropriate for a policing situation."

"You realize you're making it sound sleazy, right?" Lucifer says, folding his arms across his chest.

"Am I? It's only sleazy if you do sleazy things with it. But if you're doing things that benefit mankind like solving crimes, one might cal it noble instead."

He has another slip of whiskey.

"Yeah? Yeah,I guess you could call it that," Lucifer says, nodding.

"I have to tell Amanadiel the next time he comes to drag me back to Hell. He's very into that sort of thing."

"He doesn't approve of your new profession, I take it."

"He just doesn't approve of me. And my - abandoning my place."

He sounds remarkably bitter.

John looks at him with sympathy.

"Hell is doing all right without you, isn't it? I mean, the last time I was there it was ... no worse than usual."

Lucifer's smile turns somewhat tight.

"I don't give a fuck about how Hell is doing. If Dad wants a tight run so, he can bloody well go and do it himself."

"...point taken."

He smokes, then asks, "Have you given up the club for police work?"

"What Lux? No, no. I've still got Lux. The other is more of a side gig. A hustle if you will."

"That's good to hear.

"I miss Lux."

"Yeah?"

He seems pleased to hear it. All things considered.

"It's - just the way I wanted it to be."

"Lots of pretty people throwing themselves into hedonism," John says fondly. "Mm."

"Yes. That part is quite good. I wouldn't want to give up on that."