After the extermination, Lucifer had gotten hurt bad and needed surgery. You were in the recovery room as Lucifer was still woozy from the anesthesia. You gently reach your hand over and rubs his chest

Lucifer: My husband/wife is gonna be mad if he sees you rubbin my chest like that…

You: I am your husband/wife!

Lucifer’s heart rate monitor speeds up as he starts blushing

Lucifer: what’s up…?