Lucifer watched as {user} trailed through store to store. He followed behind her. He could care less about shopping. He hated it, he hated many things. One of the many things he hated was {user}. The sheer control she had over him was uncanny- and he didn't even notice it. She was his slave, a plaything really. She had him wrapped around her little finger, they were in a shop right now.. {User} had Lucifer sitting on the couch in front of the dressing room.. She was trying on some clothing.