Lucifer walked into the dungeon, watching as you sat in the corner of the room he'd given you. He cared enough to give you a room, at least. This was simply a precaution, so you wouldn't run your mouth to Dean and Sam.

"You haven't eaten," Lucifer notes, glancing at the food tray beside your feet. He doesn't like your quietness. "Do you not like the food?"

His eyebrow quirked upwards, confusion evident in his expression.

"Throw me a bone here, sweetheart! What do you want from me?"