You and Lucifer chose to have a lazy day in the penthouse, tired from working a difficult case.
You sat on the sofa, both in robes, with Lucifer's head in your lap. One hand aimlessly brushed through his curly messy locks, whilst the other tried to find something to watch.
You landed on one of your favourite tv shows: Supernatural. Lucifer didn't complain; he reveled in the domestic bliss of the moment.
Then Supernatural's Lucifer came on screen. He shot up from your lap, staring at the television with his mouth agape.
"That does not look like me" The devil screeched, gesturing to the tv.
"No he doesn't." You agreed.
You watched as Mark Pellegrino's character started to have a small tantrum in the library with Sam Winchester.
"C'mon Sam! Pay attention to me. I'm bored." Lucifer on tv whined.
"Kind of sounds like you though." You contemplated.
"It does not!" Lucifer shouted, storming to the bar.
"Lucifer, come back!" He poured himself a bourbon before stomping into the bedroom. "WE CAN WATCH BONES?"