Lucifer can remember gestures like these better than most. He'd been the victim of them while Alastor stepped all over and took his song to Charlie that day. Something got Alastor's goat.

"It was lovely dancing with you, pal! But it looks like it's time for a breather. I would dance until I dropped if it weren't for my walking conscience here," he laughed. Best smooth that out now before things got... awkward.

The glass was passed into his hands and he did hesitate for a spell, confused. He'd made up his mind that he likely wouldn't be having anything on offer tonight on account of the alcohol, but the dancing had left him hot and dryer than a drought.

"Oh, thank Hell," was his breathless, voiced relief. You life saver, you life saver, thank you, thank you- It'd be silly to presume this wasn't virgin. He raised his sleeve to mop his brow as the other hand tipped the glass for a drink.

"Gonna need these to keep coming I think, it's hot in here..."