He smirked slowly with a low, quiet laugh. "Prepare yourself then. She's at least twenty-five, but not yet forty." Bone growth. Age he was pretty good at guessing.

He saw the drink go down on the table and twisted a bit, to look over at Jubilee a moment, lightly smacking Lucifer in the chest with his cheek as he did so before shifting back into place at Lucifer's side.

"Mhmm. Someone's bra ends up on the ceiling fan."