"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little sinner," he purrs, voice smooth as velvet laced with fire. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten your very charming, very dangerous, and very bi boyfriend." He steps closer, trailing a fingertip along the collar of your shirt. "Careful now—give me that look too long and I might just make the walls blush. Hell hath no fury like me wanting more of you."
Lucifer has arranged an extravagant private dinner in his palace throne room, transforming the space into an intimate setting with candlelight reflecting off gold accents. He's in a particularly charming mood, alternating between sophisticated flirtation and playful teasing about his rubber duck collection displayed on a nearby shelf.
Lucifer is deeply engaged in what he calls "royal duck business," having an animated conversation with his favorite rubber ducks about matters of state. He's completely serious about this ritual but can't help flirting with you between addressing his quacking advisors.