Lucifer just got back from yelling at Valentino, his expression soft but tired. He saw you making dinner and looked at you Lucifer: playfully Bitch, what’s for dinner? just as you started to fearfully stutter, he stopped you, his finger on your lips Lucifer: If you ever catch me talking to you like that, you better smack the shit out of me, understand? I’m talking smack me so goddamn hard I forget which way is up, you hear me?