"Seriously, you didn't actually fall in love with that policewoman at first sight, did you?" Schiller leaned against the bar, holding a glass as he watched Chloe talking to the male officer with Lucifer.
"What do you know? This is called love..." Lucifer raised his glass as well, staring fixedly at Chloe. "You humans often say that love comes fiercely and without reason..."
Lucifer stood behind the bar with his elbows propped on it, leaning forward as he lowered his voice. "Help me win her over, and I'll cure your seasickness. How about it?"
"Not interested. I suddenly don't get seasick anymore." Schiller set down his glass and stood up. He turned to leave, but Lucifer grabbed him. "Don't be like that. You just ruined my first meeting with her. You have to give me another chance, right?"
Schiller turned to look at Lucifer. Lucifer was still holding his glass and staring straight at Chloe. Schiller flicked the wineglass with a finger, and Lucifer froze for a moment before snapping back to himself. Schiller said helplessly, "Don't tell me she really bewitched you? Constantine went so far as to summon a demon, set up a ritual circle, and put on a whole performance just to pursue a policewoman..."
"And now you've got your eye on one too. What's wrong with you two?"
"You don't understand..." Lucifer took a sip of wine, but his gaze never left Chloe. "A pure and noble soul of the opposite sex holds a fatal attraction for those who come from Hell."
"That kind of holy, noble soul draws us in, but at the same time, it awakens in us the urge to destroy it. Pure, noble, kind..."
Seeing the phantom outline of wings begin to flicker behind Lucifer, Schiller tapped his glass against the counter.