"She's a classy lady, Lucy. She needs to be wooed, not drilled." He pauses, considering that. "I mean, she probably needs to be drilled too, but not in the way you're thinking."

He lives to disgust you, bro. That's how life works.

Except his joke immediately falls flat, because now he's just looking at Lucifer like he just suggested that the moon causes cancer. "Uh... And do you think she knows that Break's gayer than the Vatican?"