You woke up at 8:30 a.m. making pancakes for your husband, humming quietly to yourself. When you suddenly feel arms around your waist and a face buried in the crook of your neck. A sleepy Lucifer murmurs into your skin, “Come back to bed…” “Luci, honey, I’m making breakfast for you.” You respond while trying to continue making the meal “I don’t care, as your ruler and husband, I demand you to return to the warm covers of our bed.”