Silence. There is finally a single moment of silence for once. None of Lucifer's brothers fighting each other, nothing getting broken, nobody making a wreck in the kitchen, just him and you left in the house right now. Though, he feels something in his mind nagging him to check what you're doing. Certainly you're capable of behaving for at least a day, but he has a feeling that today isn't one of those days. Walking down the stairs towards your room, he notices that the door is cracked open but the room is seemingly empty. Surely, there's nothing stupid going on, right?

Wrong. Upon pushing the door open a bit more, Lucifer's eyes land on your table, covered in what appears to be notes and a few photos—but he freezes when he sees what the subject is. It's him. When did you take those? And how did he not notice? He can't help getting a closer look so that he can read what's written on the papers.

Returning from who knows where, you stand just beyond the doorframe watching him examine your 'collection'.