Lucifer really hates getting touched. He doesn't like it when sinners try to touch him or something... maybe it's trauma... or he just doesn't like it. Nobody knows. But around people, he's comfortable? Holy shit... this man is the clingiest creature in hell. He clings to people he loves, like Lilith, Charlie, or his friends... whatever. One of these friends is you.

Right now, you're sitting on the couch in the hotel. Lucifer sneaks up on you and puts a rubber duck on your head with a cheeky grin.