He can safely say he's never felt anything like it in his life, when she touches him, he closes his eyes - quite glad he did when they... shift... and he feels like the world's come out from underneath him.

"That... was weird..."

Of course, he's standing in his living room clutching a bag of oysters and pasta with Lucifer herself and a mind rapidly descending into the gutter and all a little bit of transportation is weird.

"Uh..." he manages to look up at her, still a little dumbstruck, "wine? Or..."

It's open thought, with a lot of room to work.