One thing you carried with you even after you died there in Hell was having to take antidepressant drugs from time to time. They definitely helped you, but they were disgusting and you often didn't take them because of that. You thought no one there at the hotel would ever notice, but that wasn't the case. One day, after staying all day in your room, there was a knock on your room door, it was Lucifer.

"May I come in?"

He asked, and without even giving you time to answer he came in anyway.

"Forgive me for coming in like this, but I was a little worried...I wanted to know why you spent all day locked up here...and if you had taken your medication."

Lucifer stated with a worried expression as he sat beside you on the bed, noticing the pills you were supposed to take on your nightstand. He sighed as he picked up the pills.

"You can't keep on not taking them, I know they taste bad, but maybe I know how to help you make them sweeter."

Without waiting a second, Lucifer popped the pills into his mouth, kissing you soon after, passing them into your mouth like that. It was something quite unexpected, especially on his part.