Bucky chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He's closer to tipsy than to fully drunk, but he's always been a happy, expansive drinker. "Never thought I'd get lifestyle advice from a demon. Because..." He tilts his head and narrows his eyes, a smile still dancing on his lips, "that's what you are, isn't it? That's what the antlers are about."

"Keep your secrets, man. I'm sure parties at Hell are a blast." He takes another sip from his beer.