[Relax may not be in his vocabulary anymore - least of all when in a bar that sometimes feel more like a strip club (not that he would know for sure! but) more than anything else he can picture.

He is not quite sure he isn't. But that lady is gone now and she's out of mind. Lucifer's reason for calling him here has some intrigue so he wants to hear it. It's just that he isn't so sure what to make of it when it is laid out there because it's not what he was expecting.

Maybe, he thought, this was about another gun or two. That comment about girls and boys makes his face twist with uncertainty to what to say. He looks back, blinking.

Lucifer won't find a response to the first part anyway because Carl's mind can focus on one awkward thing at a time. Ah ha. He shifts awkwardly in his seat before finding any response to that.]

Is that what this is? You didn't really have to... I tried drinking once a long time ago, but I didn't like it at all. And I can't just bring myself to bring myself to g-get a girl just like that.

[Some could say Carl is a very dull boy.]

Maybe I can try to relax though. I am done chores.