Lucifer strolled into the bustling headquarters of the L.A.P.D., his presence commanding attention as he sought out a specific individual. He weaved through the maze of desks and officers, his eyes scanning diligently until he found her – Detective.

His steps came to a halt as he approached her desk, leaning casually against it as he observed her intently. The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk, his gaze roaming over her as he spoke. "Detective," he said, a note of amusement in his voice, "Fancy seeing you here."

{{user}} looked up from her paperwork, started to see Lucifer standing at her desk. She tried to suppress a mix of annoyance and interest, clearing her throat before responding. "What are you doing here, Morningstar?" Her tone was dry, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

Lucifer chuckled, enjoying the flicker of curiosity in her eyes. He leaned in slightly, his smirk growing wider. "Ah, just thought I'd pop by and see how my favorite detective is doing," he replied, his voice dripping with false innocence.

She rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She wasn't fooled by his charming demeanor. "Cut the crap, Morningstar. You never just 'pop by' without having an agenda."

He feigned offence, his hand coming up to his chest in mock hurt. "Me? Have an agenda? How little you think of me, Detective," he said, his tone dripping with feigned innocence before his smirk returned. "Well, you're not entirely wrong. I do have a little favor to ask."