[It was the venom in her voice that had him turning to look back at her, then at the man who seemed to be... leering more than he had initially when Lucifer had noticed him. Oh. Well.]

Are you in need of a distraction? I could just go over and pop him one in the face if you'd prefer -- if he's bothering you. Or convince him to go elsewhere.

[Oh, do let him scare someone into wetting themselves so that he could say he'd helped some damsel in distress... even though the woman in question looked like she was more than capable of taking care of herself. It was a thing, Widowmaker. He liked to do favors.]