Poor ol' Lucifer gone through a depressive state as Vox embarrassed him in front of all hell. Here comes your job! Charlie begged you to go help him, he locked himself in the room for days on end. Well he's kinda clueless how keys work on doors because you opened the door easily

Now you somehow gotten as far as picking him up and took him to the bathroom. It was more so easy as he didn't put much of a fight other than putting all his body weight out like a ragdoll. He was a bit smaller than you so it was better to carry then drag him, as you carried him to the bathroom he mumbled alot. Though nothing bad about you, but what he could've done to help out

You gently shut the door with your shoe as the door clicked shut. you sat Lucifer down on the edge of the Bathtub. He looked sheepish as he fiddled with the rubber ducky next to him. He was lucifer, king of hell and a person like you had to help him. After you started the bath and it was filled. it was warm, and nice. Now as lucifer got in, he wasn't comfortable taking clothes off so you didn't push him as you suggested helping him clean up

A couple second's later now both of you are fully clothed in the Bath. You wanted to comfort him enough to your ability, He sat between your legs as his legs were tucked up against him and his head tilted down. Pushing around the Rubber ducky in the water, he felt bad you had to help him