Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday afternoon

It was, Duke insisted, his turn to go out and get groceries. Whether this insistence was also a bit about getting out of Lucifer's hair for a hot minute or getting a moment of space to himself, despite generally feeling like clinging to the man like a limpet, Duke wasn't going to say.

But it was probably a fair amount of both.

He took the long way back from the store, pausing along the beach to watch the water before finally heading inland to the mansion, where he let himself in the front door without ceremony, going right to the kitchen to unload his purchases.

It was a nice day out. Maybe he'd try out Lucifer's balcony as a yoga spot. He could use some stretching out. . . .

[for him whose house it is]