Lucifer had never once been nervous about meeting any human before. Back then, the knowledge that he was not one of them and that anything they did to him he could easily outdo (or escape from) had been reassurance enough to keep him calm and collected.
Today was different.
Besides changing three times, pacing his room as he waited for Jayce's text, Lucifer was also sweating slightly—and all because he was meeting the only blood relative of Jayce's who the dancer still treated like real family.
Atlas had stayed over at the townhouse after Lucifer's meeting with Felicity. The demon saw the small indications of Lucifer's nervousness instantly as soon as Lucifer got down to the living room. "Would you relax?"
Lucifer wrung his hands together, turning his body towards Atlas. "Do you think
