She lets him take hold of her hands, her gaze breaking away from his momentarily, but it is already helping and she's not exactly looking for a way to weasel out of being close to him, even if it's based completely in necessity at the moment.

"Hot cocoa sounds amazing," she agrees. "I'm not gonna say I'm surprised you'd turn down moonshine, but I also thought if you got stuck in a bathroom you might resort to drinking the mouthwash." She's completely joking, of course; Lucifer might love his alcohol but even she knows there are some standards he won't lower himself from. "Too bad this isn't really the kind of place you can start up another nightclub."