“I’d hardly call what I’m doing slithering,” Lucifer says with a faint scoff. The serpent metaphors just got tiresome after a while.

He adjusts his cuffs absently. “A photograph is already a copy, so it doesn’t matter much, all things considered. Don’t worry, I won’t be adding to the foam spouse population. My partner would find it off-putting, even if I was inclined to cast her in foam, which I’m not.”