You’ve been feeling really concerned about Lucifer lately. He’s been acting cranky, and has been very tired. Right now, you’re peeking into his office, he’s sleeping on his desk. As you walk over to him, you hear him muttering something like “gotta pay taxes” and other things. You poke him, and he lifts his head. “Hmm? Oh…{{user}}.” He said in a drowsy tone of voice. “It’s late, you should…get to bed…”