Lucifer sat at the piano in his bar, playing a gentle tune. The music gave him a sense of balance while his world changed around him. Delilah's death, meeting Chloe, caring. It was a strange new development for a creature who hadn't changed in millennia. He was also, in that particular moment, waiting for Chloe to approach him from her rather obvious spot against the wall. People thinking they could sneak up on him, honestly.

She finally stomped from her place against the wall and made her way around to the front of the piano, facing him as he played. He shot her a winning smile. "Hello, detective. How's your undercover surveillance of my activities gone so far?" As expected, she wasn't amused by him at all. He knew by now that she didn't react to him the same way as other women and men, but it still raised his hackles.

Chloe wasted no time with pleasantries, cutting right to the chase. "I've looked into you. Your name really is Lucifer Morningstar. And as far I can tell, you didn't exist five years ago," she said, no warmth in her voice at all. Lucifer was at least a little surprised at the cold retort based on her apparent warming-up at the hospital. He hated not being able to read her.

Nevertheless, he couldn't be anything but himself. He never lied to her yet, and he wasn't going to start now. "On the earthly plane, no." Lucifer kept smirking despite her attitude.

"People don't appear out of thin air. Who were you? How did you survive getting shot six times by Jimmy Barnes?" she asked. Lucifer didn't like how this suddenly felt like an interrogation, especially since he had made a point to tell her the God's honest truth. As honest as God could ever be, anyway, he thought, amused at himself. He decided to point out her sudden drop in temperature. "Is that your normal reaction to someone saving your life? Investigating them?" She shot him a look, still not amused at his ever flippant attitude. "When I see something I can't explain, yeah, I look for answers," she replied.

Lucifer sighed and his grin became a touch more condescending. "Listen, darling, I've told you-" Time slowed down as all of the bar's patrons seemed to freeze. "Bloody hell. Can't you leave me be?" he grumbled, spinning on the piano bench to face his intruder. "Amenadiel, I would say it's lovely to see you, but we both know that would be a lie."

Amenadiel stood fifteen paces away, permanent glare etched onto his face. Lucifer picked up his scotch and took a sip, waiting for the angel to start yelling. He stalked forward, stopping only a breath away from Lucifer. "Enough of this. You've had your fun, played your games. Go home."

Lucifer raised a brow. "Home?" he snorted. "I would love to go home, brother. Please let me know when Father is ready to open the door." He grinned, hoping this would piss off Amenadiel as much as he thought it would. Amenadiel growled at him. He actually growled. Lucifer couldn't have asked for a better reaction.

"As if our Father would ever let you return to Heaven," he spat. "No, Lucifer. You must return to Hell and do your job. You have been allowed to play long enough."

Lucifer signed dramatically. "Again, I'll have to decline. Nice chat, brother. See you next time." He raised his glass in a salute, hoping to piss off the angel just that little bit more. It worked.

"You are despicable," Amenadiel said, voice low and eyes burning with rage. "Soon I won't be the only one sent to make you obey." With that threat, the angel disappeared and time continued at normal speed. Lucifer rolled his eyes at the dramatics.

"What the hell just happened?" Chloe asked from behind him, voice high and anxious. Lucifer spun back around to face her, grin in place as he took in the mix of confusion, shock, and a smidge of fear apparent on her face. He took another sip, letting her stew in the mystery for a moment. "My dear brother once again tried to convince me to return to my responsibilities. I declined, of course." His answer, despite being truthful, was not helpful in the least.

Sweat appeared on Chloe's brow, and she nervously readjusted the strap on her sling. "That's not what I meant," she snapped. "We were talking and suddenly you were facing the opposite direction, with a drink in your hand. I didn't even see you move!" She moved her good arm to rest on her hip, confusion forgotten as she returned to anger and accusation. Lucifer was too surprised to snap back. Humans did not notice the time warps that happened when his brothers appeared on Earth. They rationalized anything strange they saw, if they noticed at all. Chloe was turning out to be interesting indeed. He recovered quickly. "As I said, my brother came to visit."

She glared at him some more, as if that was the key to all her answers. "Something strange is going on here, Lucifer, and I'm going to find out what."

He stared. "Darling Chloe, I've told you. You're really having a hard time with this immortal business." Lucifer really didn't understand why people thought he was joking. He never lied or made pretenses about his nature.

She huffed at him, brows raised in clear disbelief. "So you really expect me to believe that you're the devil."

"Well, yes. I've never said otherwise. You think I'm lying?" He was intrigued by this woman. He had told her he was immortal, had shown his abilities with the psychiatrist, and even been shot in front of her, yet she refused to admit the truth.

"Of course I think you're lying. Satan, hell, it's not real!" she shouted, drawing a few eyes towards them. Lucifer sighed, realizing she wasn't going to let this go. "Fine, we can discuss this outside. You're beginning to frighten the customers."

He stood from the bench and led her to the door. She followed silently, still fuming. By the time she got out the door Lucifer had already lit a cigarette. Chloe waved a hand through the smoke and shot him a glare. "Did you drug me or something? I must have lost time," she accused.

Lucifer shot her a wounded look, putting his hand over his heart. "You're very quick to accuse me of drugging women. Trust me, substances are not necessary." Chloe huffed and turned to face the street. "I just don't get you, Lucifer," she admitted. He grinned. "And that drives you absolutely bonkers, doesn't it?"

She grudgingly nodded. "What I hate the most is that I want to figure you out." She turned back around to face him, surprised to see a searching look rather than the usual smirk on his face.

"Chloe," he started, reaching out for her shoulder. "I'm really not that mysterious, I've told you-"

A shout from the group waiting to get in the club interrupted his appeal. "Let me in, bro!"

The pair turned to see a man at the front of the line pushing at Lux's bouncer. The scrawny man gave a last push before he switched back to yelling. "What's your problem, let me in!" The bouncer shook his head. "Please vacate the premises," he said. The little man was now furious. "You little shit!" He lunged for the bouncer again but Lucifer was now there. "Whoa, hey there," he said, putting a hand out towards the man. "I believe he told you to go."

"Who the fuck do you think you are, English?" the guy sneered, giving Lucifer a once-over and apparently finding him lacking. His mistake.

Lucifer's friendly grin became much more menacing. "Why, I'm Lucifer, and this is my nightclub. You can kindly fuck off before I get angry."

The man paled, finally registering the danger that radiated off of Lucifer. People could usually sense something about him – his otherworldliness, his danger, or his allure. This guy was finally clued in, but some primal part of him couldn't back down. "So let me in then, bigshot!" he snarled, taking a step forward into Lucifer's face. Lucifer's face blanked, and Chloe felt a chill run down her spine. "Now, gentlemen, let's not get carried away," she said, stepping forward as she pulled out her badge. "Sir, he is allowed to choose who he does business with. I suggest you leave."

The man turned his attention on her now. "Ooh, big girl cop, I'm so scared!" Chloe was about ready to pull out her cuffs and arrest him for being a pain in the ass when Lucifer grabbed the guy's shoulder and spun him around. "You do not talk to her like that. You will deal with me." His voice was deadly calm and yet full of rage. Chloe would swear that she saw his eyes flash red for a second. Once again, the guy's common sense almost won, but instead he pulled out a previously unnoticed knife and, before anyone could blink, stabbed Lucifer in the side. The bouncer pulled his boss away from the assailant while Chloe slapped the cuffs on and radioed for a cruiser to come pick him up. "We also need a bus, someone was stabbed-"

Lucifer was standing off to the side, arms crossed and looking mightily pissed. But he wasn't bleeding; not a scratch on him. "Uh, cancel that. Thanks." She switched off the radio and slowly made her way over to him. "How?"

He gave her a look, clearly done with this night and their game. "I've told you, detective."

"Right, immortal. Lift up your shirt." She was reaching for his waist before he could register her demand, untucking his button-down and looking for the stab wound. His skin was, of course, unmarked.

"Wha….that's not possible!" She stared a moment longer, then met his eyes with her own. He stared back, more than a little annoyed with her continued refusal to believe. This time, though, she looked frightened. He grabbed her shoulders, looking at her earnestly. "Chloe, my name is Lucifer Morningstar. You said yourself that is my real name. You have seen me shot and stabbed, and apparently manipulate time. Why won't you see what is right in front of you?"

Everything seemed to pause, but this time an angry angel was not to blame. Chloe was frozen, unable to think or move. Finally, she took in a large gasp of air.

"Oh my god." She wrenched herself out of Lucifer's grasp, never taking her eyes off of him. His mouth lifted into its usual grin. "See, it wasn't that hard."

She shook her head. "No."

"What do you mean, no?" he asked, his mood finally lifting after the strange evening. "Now that we're on the same page, we can finally move on! Think of all the cases I can help you solve, the bad guys we can catch!"

Sirens were blaring down the street, the backup coming to pick up the assailant. Chloe was still shaking her head, not taking her eyes off of Lucifer. "Detective, what are you-" he moved towards her, wondering at her odd behavior. Before he could take more than a step, Detective Decker turned on her heel and ran. Lucifer sighed. "I guess she really does believe me now."

Maze suddenly appeared at his shoulder. "That went well. You get stabbed in front of a bunch of witnesses and then finally convince the cop you're the devil. Did you think she'd be happy?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes at his friend. "Just give her time. She'll realize I'm not so bad, therefore the devil must not be. You'll see."

Maze only made a non-committal grunt. Lucifer started down the street after the detective. "She can handle it. There's something about her."