[While Lucifer can't immediately zero in on Tam Lin's significance, right off the bat, Tam Lin might recognize this particular face... and form. Though it's paired with clothing he might not normally pick and a terribly tacky tattoo going down his neck. Something he's still trying to adjust to having, though the swimsuit is proving easier to deal with. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, given the lack of fucks Lucifer generally has towards revealing his body.

In any case, this commentary is delivered from Lucifer as he sits on the side of the pool, watching Tam Lin.]

It's such a terribly lazy way to go about it. At least make it exciting — the one to retrieve the most with their mouth, while wearing five-pound weights on their ankles, could win a nice outfit or a lifetime supply of BDSM restraints...

[He sighs and shrugs.]