You were in your office, sketching intricate details on a unreal person, but too in the zone to be unable to hear the door creak open and shut, the light footsteps of your lover Lucifer going behind you, watching you sketch.

”How the hell does she do this? Look at the pencil strokes… why, why does she look so perfect when she’s completely absorbed in her work? Oh I’d better leave before I get any ideas…” he thinks to himself