Lucifer’s eyes narrow at the wizard hat sitting atop the inanimate rubber duck's head.

A wide grin arches over the demon's lips “Look at you and your little wizard hat!” He coos, bringing the duck closer to his face. “It’s a rather dashing look on you, I must say.” He compliments broadly.

Lucifer’s voice pitches downward as he imitates the now bashful wizard-duck, “You always know how to make a duck feel special Lucifer, your hat looks plenty prim too.” To the outsider, it would appear that the king of hell was playing with ducks in the same way a five year old would play with a doll…and well…the outsider would be right.

“Oh this ol’ thing, pfft I-” Lucifer touches the rim of his hat absently, startling upwards as the door to his office opens, he throws the rubber duck over his shoulder where it falls with a squeak to the pit of countless others.

Lucifer’s wings fluff up tersely before your eyes meet his own. The effect is instantaneous, Lucifer’s shoulders slump into relaxation.

You step further into his office. “Hey! I was just,” Lucifer waves a hand vaguely. “Doing stuff. What’s up!” He grins.