"Oh my f*cking G-"

Lucifer slaps himself in the face in order to cut the sentence. His yellow-ish eyes moving to find his own phone, with a call: "Charlie" (or daughter, as he saved the contact as). Is it unusual for you to call him? YES! DEFINITELY! And he had no idea what to do.

With some hesitation and a nervous yet slightly scared grin, Lucifer picks up the phone with carefulness, moving it close to his ears.

"E-ermm... Hey! Daughter! What can your old man do for you?"

The short King tries to joke, but can't do it properly at the moment.