16345/In the Name of the Father...

In the Name of the Father...
Date of Scene:	06 June 2024
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Clint comes to complete his deal with the Devil. Stipulations are laid out for his end of the contract. Lucifer needs a little more time for Reasons(tm).
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Hawkeye (Barton), Phantasm (Drago), Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer had been informed that a fresh-as-can-be-expected corpse, fully intact, was ready in Nathaniel's lab for whenever he was able to get things set up for his portion of a contract made with Clint Barton. Part of that discussion had occurred in front of Nick Drago. So, when Lucifer was getting ready to gather those, it included telling Nathaniel, texting Nick and a summons would appear in Clint's pocket. A sort of official piece of papyrus, bound with a crimson velvet ribbon that simply stated a time to come to Lux and head straight back to the elevator tucked behind the top floor bar. There's only one destination in that elevator and that's to the Penthouse.

Meanwhile, there's nothing ceremonius about the set up. The corpse will stay in the lab, there's no sense in bringing it out for everyone to see. But he needs to know that Clint is present and prepared. Plus, there's the whole warning spiel to go through with the man before he actually makes the effort to do the thing.

For now, there's tea and biscuits. English biscuits. For tea dunking.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Maybe it was a coincidence - or not - but the appearing summon was noticed by the archer at a time that he was off duty. Quite simple, reach the elevator. From there, Clint suspected, the owner of the place would be notified of his arrival.

Oh yeah, it's the Devil by the way. This, by the nonchalant look on the archer's face, doesn't seem to upset him one bit.

Following the instructions, Clint makes his way up to the designated elevator - if he needed a pass or something, no one asked him for one. This is no surprise as well, most certainly the staff has been informed of his visit.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick has gotten used to the manner in which Lucifer texts him. And considering the topic matter this time around it's probably a good thing the Devil's not all that detailed. Less of a paper trail that way.

... phone tra-

Ok yeah phone logs still can be done on paper. Statement still stands. Key point there's less stuff that would be admitted into a court of law.

Either way as Clint shows up to the elevator, there is a Nick stepping into the already awaiting car. Turning around, Nick takes note of the approaching archer.

Giving a smile, he lifts up a hand in a bit of a wave.

When it becomes even more apparent that Clint is aiming for his elevator, the musician reaches over to hit the door open button.

Sinister has posed:
You can't beat a good rich tea biscuit in your early grey. The trick is making sure it doesn't fall off into the drink, which can be an artform. Nobody likes soggy bickie in the bottom of their brew.

He seems rather distracted though, as he perches on thin air, just inside of the lab vault, half an eye on the stasis pod that contains the aforementioned corpse, half of it staring out into nowhere. He had a busy day yesterday, then a busy night to follow -- a very busy night.

Almost absently, he reaches over to the keypad on the cannister where slumbers eternal this particular fellow and punches in a code.

These things need to thaw a bit, you see. "Should be room temperature in about fifteen minutes odd," the englishman informs in his deep tone, reaching for another biscuit which isn't there. It leaves his hand grasping blindly at air, only to look in consternation at the fact his plate is considerably further away.

Lucifer has posed:
Clint Barton is given no regard when he walks into Lux. There's someone at the main door to let him in - since he's coming during technical closing hours. No one asks him for a card or any form of reason why he is here. He is allowed to get to the elevator and come up to the Penthouse proper. When he arrives, Lucifer gives a raised brow to see both Nick and Clint in the car, but then he just smiles. "Mister Barton, Mister Drago. Welcome."

The Devil stands in a three piece suit, but with a few differences. He wears no tie, the undershirt unbuttoned by the first few, jacket hangs open and his wings are on full display. "Please come in. There's tea and biscuits, and just a little preparation needed before we officially again. Plus a few..." He waves a hand in the air. "...I'm not sure the true word for it. But there are some things you need to fully understand before we go through with this, Mister Barton." A Grin(tm) spreads across the Devil's lips as he motions towards the kitchen and further. "Make yourselves comfortable and whenever you're ready, we can discuss and then after, I can begin."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
As the elevator doors open, the first thing to catch the archer's eyes are the wings. Of course, Lucifer would have wings. Figures. As he walks in, images he remembers looking at in some books come back to mind. But never was the Devil pictured with such glorious ones.

If he's impressed by the spectacle, there's nothing in Clint's behaviour to prove it. Again, he has seen so many things in his life, that frankly, he couldn't even come up with something that could actually surprise and even upset him.

"Tea?" Clint says with a smirk as he walks in, "You're truly a master of infernal torture, no kiddin'. No thank." Glancing over at Nick, saluting him with a nod, he adds, "But maybe Nick will. You can get my share."

At the mention of the /preparation/, the archer raises an eyebrow. Surely, everything must be ready, otherwise he would not have been summoned. "Yeah, let's discuss, I wasn't expecting you to wing it anyway."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Remember the part about minimalistic text messages?

Yeah. Nick did not dress up. Granted it's not the worst attire but he's definitely comfortable in his clothing choices tonight.

Seeing Lucifer's somewhat questioning look as the pair enters the penthouse, he tilts his head curiously. Does he want to know what Lucifer's thinking right now?



Ooh! Tea!

Not even needing the friend's permission, Nick abandons Clint to go prepare himself a cup.

Sinister has posed:
Barton's comment earns him a look beneath brows from Sinister. There's a sniff, barely more than that at the disdain for the 'sacred herb' and he sets his feet down from his perch on thin air, biscuit in hand, tea in the other hand. The laboratory is exited, a little 'bolt hole' thing like a panic room, off of the penthouse proper...

Sinister nods to Nick, eyes Barton again with a quiet "Hmmmn," -- the devil and his wings gain a lion's share of attention, along with a crooked smile, then he's off to the kitchenette to put the kettle on. Again.

The coffin beeps. "Ten minutes..." he informs.

Lucifer has posed:
"We could also put a pot of coffee on if you prefer." Lucifer says this easily at the snubbing of tea. Then he shrugs and walks back towards the kitchen where Nick has already tracked himself so he could make a drink.

"I think I already went over some things, so if I repeat myself in any way, you have my apologies. I simply need you to understand some points." He offers, giving a side glance to Nathaniel as the man enters the room from his lab and announces how long they have left before the corpse is ready and the Devil nods.

"First and foremost. As you know, I have to use a corpse in order to set this right. So in the most obvious statements, this person will not look like your father. Once the soul is set into the corpse it will have all the memories, voice, and mannerisms of your father but they will not look like your father." He offers. "Secondly. You have to fully understand that once you are done talking with the soul of your father, the corpse will be dispatched. Killed. Effectively, in a sense, murdered. This allows your father's soul to return to hell and for the cadaver to be used in the way it was intended as it was acquired. I do not break the laws of this world lightly. It is a necessary thing or else I would have to let the body with your father's soul go out into the world and exist until it dies in an accident, or natural causes, or whatever. Which could be anywhere from minutes to years after this. I'd rather not have that on my mind. So immediate dispatch will take place."

It's a moral implication. Clint will not be present for such, but Lucifer is laying all the cards on the table. Showing his whole hand. Which could be a good or bad thing depending on how one looks at it. None the less, he doesn't want anything coming back to bite him in the ass.

"Lastly. I think I have come up with what I would like for you to do in order to fulfill your end of the contract. I'm hosting a drag show charity event near the end of this month. I'll have my own people but I'm also expecting a nice turn out and I may need a few extra security hands. I'd like for you to be one of those hands. Provided the time, date, and all that does not conflict with any of your work - as agreed I would not force you to miss."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Just as he was considering the offer of coffee, the archer's attention got directed at Lucifer's explanation and all idea of a beverage vanished. The man sure doesn't waste time in explaining the whole process.

If there's one work Clint got right, it's corpse. The mention of having it re-die once done is also duly noted. Zombie? Check. Although the archer has seen some before, the frown on his face as he listens to the details of the process is proof that this doesn't sit well with Clint.

Hands in his pockets, the archer is silent for a moment, then shaking his head, says, "I don't recall any talk 'bout a corpse," he states, certain that he would have noticed it then. "Don't get me wrong Mr. Morningstar, I totally get it, it's probably the only way to do what I asked. I reckon you tried to fulfill your part of the deal, there's no question 'bout it. But you see, I'm just a Midwest guy and, y'know, there are things I just can't do. Like, using a corpse like a ventriloquist' puppet. Like I said, it's clear you did what you said you would. No contest." The archer pauses, still frowning and slightly shaking his head as if debating internally, "But yeah, I can't. I just can't. Been raised to respect the dead and all that shit. Yeah, but no, I'll have to pass on this."

But again, refusing would mean that Clint could not tell his father what he needs to tell him.

"You know what? If you can pass a message to him, a note I'd write, then I'd say you fulfilled your part of the deal," he then suggests.

As for the counterpart of the deal, what was it? Oh, security detail. No problem. It even seems suspicious for being so simple. But the first part of the deal has to be ironed out first.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
To the greeting Nick nods back to Sinister. While it appears the hot water for the tea is not still hot, that doesn't prevent Nick from at least prepping the leaves portion of the prep. The action pauses as he turns his head to the sound of the beep.

Ten minutes for what?

As the explanation for what one intends to do with a corpse, Nick's glance shifts over to Lucifer. So... that's what Clint was asking for?

It's then Clint's turn to be looked at.

When the refusal comes from Clint's lips, Nick goes back to prepping the diffuser.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister blinks owlishly at the refusal being metered out, his tea refreshed and new biscuits to be had, he once again sits on thin air. "If it makes any difference to you, mister Barton, this corpse was never a person. It was a research vehicle that I grew in a lab, that has since expired, because living things do that--" he shrugs his shoulders lightly, dunking the biscuit in the tea with a sniff and a smile.

"You can't bring a soul back from the underworld without it having something to inhabit, as far as I understand. But..." he shrugs, sets the tea down on the counter and casually walks on over into the lab again. "I'm slapping it on ice again. Last chance..."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tilts his head, thinking back through the entirety of conversations had around this. Then he sighs. "I apologize, Mister Barton. I thought I had explained how this works. Perhaps an in between....a compromise. As Nathaniel explained, this corpse never truly lived. It was grown in a lab, so it never had a life. If you cannot look the corpse in the eyes I can completely understand that. But the body is in the lab. You won't have to look at it. I'm sure you won't be able to get the idea out of your head, but you can talk to him via the intercom between the lab and the penthouse...." He offers this much. "Otherwise. There is likely one last thing I could do, and if you refuse all of these ideas, I can simply give him a message... but I think... you might owe it to yourself, and him, to let him react to the message you want to give him."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
By being silent for a noticeable time, it is obvious that the archer is thinking. Weighting the options offered. Seriously weighting them.

But the frown on his face remains, and the head is still shaking slightly, mirroring an internal dilemma. How far can someone go to try and fix something, while trespassing on their own principles. The process described, it seems, sounds way too Frankensteinesque for the Midwest guy. And rather than alleviate the burden of talking throughout a corpse, talking to him via an intercom makes it even less personal in the archer's mind.

"Naw," Clint finally says, having decided to follow his own principles rather than push them aside. Fixing a wrong by a wrong, won't work with him. "Look, like I said, I do appreciate your efforts. If you have one last option, I'll listen and if it doesn't fit, then I'll take the note option instead."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Being that Nick wasn't really involved with any part of the bargain being discussed, the musician keeps quiet. However he does listen to the matter at hand. He had been wondering how Clint came around to agreeing to what Lucifer had earlier described, but based from the reaction it appears that it wasn't the case.

"...Would possessions work?" Nick wonders aloud. "Using a voluntary host that is...I do have the Saint Michael song that could be used for sending them back..."

Sinister has posed:
"Right...." code entered, the unfreezing process is halted and Sinister leaves the lab with a crack of his neck side to side, rolling his shoulders as he returns to his tea. "Dash it all, now I'm wondering how your dearly departed ended up in the pits in the first place..." he muses, perches back on the air and crosses his legs, tea-cup resting on his knee as his treat is dunked.

Looks are slid between Lucifer and the Hawkeye, a long moment on Nick and down at his tea. He isn't even going to touch that one, not with a ten foot barge pole.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes a slow breath. "The last is I give you a protection as a one time courtesy and take you into Hell itself. Well. Not directly into Hell - you wouldn't survive just looking at it. But a...sort of safe place in Hell...and bring your father's soul to talk to you there." He smirks then. "Most people don't go for that one. At all. Ever. For obvious reasons. Which..again..I understand. But it's the option I have for you."

He looks over to Nick a moment and then shrugs. "I mean, putting a soul into a dead body is possession... but no. Generally, you cannot put a soul in something meant to be soul-less, and I can't put a soul into a body that already contains one. Dad's rules you know? I can't have all the power..."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Let's say," Clint says, turning to Sinister to answer his musing, "That beating kids and killing your wife, would land ye a first-class ticket for the pits."

For a moment, the archer seemed highly interested in Nick's suggestion. It seemed to better meet his vision of what it could have been as a process.

Have been. Because Lucifer just explained that it cannot be done. Which leaves the last of the Devil's option.

"Yeah, like in a prison visiting room," Clint says, turning his gaze back at Lucifer. "Tho I wouldn't mind possession as Nick suggested, but that being a no-no, well, we're down to the visiting room. Either way, I see two options here, visiting, or sending a note. I'll have to think about it."

This means that he'll also have to wait for his part of the deal to be fulfilled. But hey, didn't Morningstar mention it already?

"In the meantime, since we're certain of at least one option, I can do my part of the deal. Security detail, monitoring? No problem, I can even be as discreet as needed, no one will see me. You say where and when."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Lucifer rules out the possibility, Nick offers Clint an apologetic look for apparently getting his hopes up. Seeing that Clint is willing to consider the other option Lucifer gave him, the look doesn't necessarily have to last long.

The mention of the security detail portion of the deal leads to him looking back over to Lucifer. "Considering the event, is discreet even a thing?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's attention lifts again, looking between them all. There's a sip, more dunking, another sip and a patient, ever so calm kind of serenity about him at the moment. "Lucifer, if you are willing to take me there, I will bring him back." Sin taps the side of his head, by means of explanation.

There is a long look to Nick for a hefty moment, then the devil once again. And back to Barton. "Discrete is a matter of perspective, I think." He comments, coincidentally adjusting his leg fold so it seems more feminine, adjusting his posture with it. Hair is plumped up as if it's got a perm or an extreme up-do, left solely to the imagination.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer looks between everyone and while he was about to continue to explain some things to Clint, there's Sinister giving him another option. An option he hadn't thought of because this was a barter between himself and Clint. However, given that Sinister is an extension of him, and helping him fulfill the contract - it actually doesn't break any rules.

Still, he gives a nod and then looks to Clint. "I suppose we could do that. As Sinister suggested. No corpses. You'll be able to talk. And my side of the contract is fulfilled." He smiles then, as if pleased with himself. Happy that Sinister has the mind he does - for so many reasons.

There's one more thing, as he clears his throat. "There is one...caveat...with what I am requesting Mister Barton." He offers. "As this is a drag show, and there will be many people dressed up...I would like for you to fit in as best you can. Buy a pretty dress. A mask. Some flat shoes. That way you can be among the crowd while also...watching the crowd and beyond. If you catch me..." He smirks then.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Since he just agreed that the first part of the deal will be fulfilled once he decides of the option, the archer is ready to hear the counterpart. Ready, really?

By the look on his face - gone the poker face - one can imagine the cogs grinding in his brain. Did he hear correctly? After a moment, with a grin on his face, Clint replies very seriously.

"Very well. I will do as you asked, for my part of the deal. Buy a pretty dress, a mask. Flat shoes. Check. Fit in as best as possible. No problem, I'll keep an eye on everything."

That said, still sporting the grin on his face, Clint concludes, "This is your request for the deal, alright, I'll buy everything. Mighty glad you did not mention wearing it. Deal."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Nope. That's not Nick reacting to the surprised dropped upon Clint. That's the kettle. Instead of adding commentary, Nick opts to tend to as he sets to making his own tea. Certainly Barton can handle the attire requested. He is circus material after all.

Hearing Clint's comments, Nick looks over to him. "...Fit in as BEST you can." Nick repeats from Lucifer's statement, "Which leads to you wearing the items you purchase."

Hot water is poured into the awaiting mug. "Are you sure you don't want some tea or coffee, Clint?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister inclines his head to Lucifer, watching the interaction that transpires here, regarding the deal struck and the particulars. With Barton's interpretation and grin, there's a silent chuckle that takes the tall man's shoulders and he looks down at his feet, then up at the ceiling with a ever so knowing sort of smile.

Touche. The devil will get a kick out of that one at his OWN expense a bit later. Or he'll find a way. Either way.

"I must warn you -- if this particular malcontent doesn't want to let go, I -will- require someone to shoot me in the head. Or hit me so hard that there's not a single chance that I wouldn't go flat out unconscious. That will give me the time /I/ need to wrestle the soul into submission again."

Lucifer has posed:
"I'll just punch the soul out of you. Shouldn't be too hard a thing to do. They do have to answer to me....most times." Lucifer decidedly answers that first before his gaze turns to Clint and he gives a little smirk. "I believe you misunderstand me, Mister Barton, so let me clarify. You are to buy and -wear- these items to the event. If I am going to ask you to blend in, that is what I mean. People in drag, or costume, or some sort of dress that may not be their usual style. It will go a long way...and as I said...help you walk the crowd making sure everyone is on their best behavior."

There's a pause as he discerns that Nick is making tea and offering Clint a possible drink as well. He will bring over a bottle of whiskey and a few glass - floating them mind you - to where he's seated and pours at least two glasses for himself and Sinister. "Perhaps Mister Barton wishes something stronger? Whiskey if you'd like? I've also cognac and..." He pauses. "Stronger things...but I don't know your experience even though I do know that with who you work for, you've at least met the God of Thunder. He'll likely rebel that I happen to have a supply of Asgardian Ale."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Geez, adding small print to the deal, aren't you?" Clint replies to Lucifer, half-heartily. After all, the original intent didn't escape him in the first place, but hey, one has to try. With a sigh of defeat, Clint glances over at Nick, groaning "Traitor," at him, which doesn't carry any anger or resentment. "No drink, thanks. Especially no Goldilocks' brew."

That said, the archer walks further in and finds a seat, indicating that the conversation is not over. "Thing is, I have no clue where and how to buy such outfit," Clint says, defeated. "It's not like I buy dresses on a regular basis. 'sides, I doubt I could find a dress to my size." As he talks, the archer motions at himself, and it is true that he's not exactly a petite size. "It might have to be tailored and I got no cash for it." The archer has a point here, and the suggestion would also make him avoid the need to visit a store. Small mercies.

Still sighing, Clint adds after more thinking, "It has to be short, for ease of movement. And you bet I'll have a mask." Definitely a full face one.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick lets the tea seep as he frowns. It seemed apparent that what he said was such a bad idea that it was quick to be dismissed. He could have sworn the decision was to go to some neutral area near or in hell instead. But then, with the comments Sinister made it seemed that maybe possession was back on the table?

He seems confused for a few moments before Lucifer adds more information.

Okay he was wrong. It wasn't a bad idea.

The kettle's set back down as Nick slides it over to the side.

Just his involvement would be.

Right.

Whatever thoughts he has on the contradictory outcome of the evening is lost as he hears Lucifer offering Clint alcohol.

"He doesn't drink." Nick responds rather quickly.

There's a pause...

Maybe he shouldn't have-

Taking his tea, he moves from the kitchen area, moving over to a seat away from the others. All the better to not get in their way...

And then there's the talk of outfits. "Could probably ask William. They might still have access to some of the designs that didn't get used for the Looking Glass video. Before they sided with Victorian I think they had some Can Can designs."

Sinister has posed:
"That and you live in the neighbourhood of Paris is Burning -- New York has one of the strongest drag scenes in the world and the Queens would -love- to have a bonefide hero to work their magic on and represent their House. You would have absolutely no problem at all, Hawkeye -- that and it would be their cheeky little secret, because only -they- would know who's flaunting their garments behind the mask. If you like, I'll put you in touch with a couple of Mothers. House of Payne is doing mine -- we have a beautiful little floral motif going."

Nathaniel Essex, connected with the drag underworld? Oh you betcha. There's a lot of whispers that get shared when one is being feirce. And he knows how to read. It's fundamental.

His whiskey is taken, having already had the tea, he settles on the smaller of the couches, the one rather gothic black and purple, with bat motifs in spots. There's plenty of room for the devil beside him. His drink is sipped.

To Nick: "My dear little dragon, your involvement is /not/ a bad thing. It's more that souls in possession are a bastard to get out and even with Michael's help, they are a little bit... deadly. There's a reason why there's a million and one stories and moving pictures dedicated to possession and the suchlike. A benevolent spirit is one thing, a soul born from hell is entirely another. There aren't many that are strong enough to not... succumb."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes the time to let the other three discuss things. He has a tailor, he also has a Nathaniel Essex. He also also figures that if he offered to aid Barton in acquiring anything by monetary means it would be turned down. So he says nothing as everyone else are discussing things. Sipping on his whiskey, listening to offers and options. At the same time, he's almost wondering when Clint will decide how he wants to talk to his father. Everything else being declined is making his side of the deal a bit harder to complete.

None the less, being out of the center of attention - for the moment anyway - is a little refreshing. He can observe, a things which he does quite well. He also takes the time to light two cigarettes, handing one off to Nathaniel. Silent all the while.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The fact that he'll be allowed to mask his face seems to reassure the archer - after all, he has a reputation and if SHIELD ever catches him in a dress, there is no saying how long he'd have to answer the psy's at the Trisk. Not to mention, that it could be highly detrimental to his relationship.

Following the interaction between Sinister and Nick, Clint says, "I'd rather do the visiting room. Been the Hell already, ok, Mephisto's Hell might be a bit different. But hey, can't be picky."

Still, the matter of the dress is annoying. And Essex's idea isn't that bad. Actually, the whole idea almost seems amusing. "Right, gimme the coords, I /might/ have a look," the archer says, "Nick will come with me."

Still, there are more important matters to discuss. "Now, you want me to do sec, fine. Tell me what you're expecting, assassins, terrorists? Villains outta space? Or just the generic pickpockets?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
If Sin's statement was meant to be assuring it seems to have a mixed effect. While he's not mentally badmouthing himself anymore, there is a logical fallacy within Sinister's argument that starts to nag him.

It's a sheer miracle he doesn't voice the next thought out loud but with a look over to the one who has seen the spell in action before, the question is still conveyed to the mind reader.

In WHICH Universe are possession based vampires as a whole considered benevolent?

Clint's suggestion that he comes along while the archer looks for a dress causes for him to look over to him. "Alright." He agrees.

It's like the circus all over again.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister takes his cigarette, leaning in with it to press a rather delicate kiss to the Devil's cheek. It comes with an audible 'mwah' to boot -- his posture is otherwise entirely masculine as he sits there, outer leg crossing at the ankle in his lean, an arm going over the back of the couch, elbow hooked for smoking pleasure. The whiskey is floated in the air nearby him.

Alright, so the archer has gone with the hardest option of all. "We'll have to get holy water, Lucifer -- if I recall from Constantine's findangling -- just in case. I don't trust your dukes not to try and sneak things through the back door..." he murmurs to the devil's ear, looking back to Barton with a sidelong look. It shifts over to Nick, the thought plain as day though nobody else can hear it.

"There are more things between heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophy."

Lucifer has posed:
"Alright. We can do the visit to Hell. That will take some time to prepare again. Not too long, mind you, but I do have to put some things in place." To further aid in no one sneaking in the back door. Last thing he needs is another rise of the demons like that one time... he shudders to think about it. Everyone is looked at - once - and then he takes a long drag off his cigarette.

"Well. Now that all of that is settled... I suppose that concludes the business side of this meeting. You're welcome to stay, I might even cook something. And - if desired - we can play a board game. Or...people can leave if they wish. It's an open door after all." He smiles then before settling back in his seat, nestled close to Sinister and just working his way towards relaxed Devil.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
That's a cue if any, and the archer stands, hands returning to his pockets as he walks towards the door. He stills doesn't have any pointers - yeah, he could just wait for someone to point him to an address. That's what he'll do. So without any date of the event, no location, no idea where to find the outfit and most of all, no indication given to the possible threats - if any - Clint will shrug it off for now.

"Alright, you know how to contact me," he says, reaching the door. Indeed, the magical - or satanic? - summon appearing is always a nice trick to observe.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Another glance is given to Sinister to the response. All that's missing is the pat on a head.

Are you sure that you want to be emulating the Dane with this line of discussion?

Seeing Clint get up, Nick turns his head to look to a nearby clock, brow lifting to the time.

"I'll have to turn down the dinner and board game. Late rehearsal." He comments, looking back to the departing Clint. "Good seeing you again, Clint."

The tea is lifted, and further commentary from the bard is stiffled by the drink's consumption.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's gaze follows the archer toward the door. He idly pulls his phone out of his pocket, eyes narrowing on it slightly and for the sake of dramatics, flicks it like a magic wand toward the SHIELD agent. **DING** You've got mail, though there was no special number exchange. The phone is used to tap the side of his head in a salute thereafter -- addresses, contact names of several of the Houses of new york and the 'who sent you'. Also: 'When the devil is hosting expect anything, because anything could be expected. Cataclysm is probably not likely, it would interfere with Pride.'

"I think we're going to have to play chess, or snakes and ladders, my dear. Or we could game out there..." glancing to the balcony, he smiles to himself, flicks ash, pockets phone and takes up his whiskey again.

"Do have a good evening, gentlemen."