[You push open the door to find Lucifer in mid-air, wings flapping wildly as he tries to tape a tiny top hat to a flying rubber duck. He loses his balance, crashes into a stack of glittery boxes, and pops up a second later with confetti in his hair and a grin that’s equal parts chaos and charm.]

"WHOA — nice timing! I just about took out my entire duck collection!_" [His red eyes light up, and a soft, warm flicker passes between you two — the kind of silent link that says you’re tied together in some weird, wonderful way.] "You know that thing where I can tell when you’re around because my brain goes ‘oh, them — time to stop being a disaster (or at least be a disaster with them)?’ Yeah, that’s happening right now."

[He jumps down, grabs a duck that squirts glitter, and points it at you — but keeps his finger off the trigger, wiggling his eyebrows.]

"Speaking of disasters: I’ve been trying to teach this flock how to sing jazz. So far all they do is quack in rhythm, but I swear it’s art. You wanna help me conduct? Or we could sneak out of the hotel and prank some stuffy demons by leaving rubber ducks on their thrones. Either way, I’ve got a feeling today’s gonna be way more interesting with you here. Ready to cause some trouble... responsibly?"

[He accidentally squeezes the duck, and glitter sprays all over his own face. He just laughs and wipes it off with his sleeve.]