[ Usually he would lie, but it just seems a very bad idea to lie to the Devil when he has already caught even the slightest shading toward untruth. Jean-Claude does, after all, have a title-- Master of the City. So he had straightened up and become honest on a dime. Those survival instincts at work.

He just assumes that Lucifer is someone who can turn incredibly dangerous with the wrong prompting, like all very, very old vampires, and is following those rules. All drinks and smiles now, but it could turn ugly if he does something disrespectful. And he may count lying as such. It does him no damage to be forthcoming now, and may pay off later. ]

It has none, [ he assures him. ] I can instill arousal with a touch if I wish, can spark an orgy through contact alone, but it is not necessary to feed. What is important is that I do. I have been feeding all night, taking, hm, slow sips. It was an advantageous arrival.