Messages on a Saturday afternoon
L: «Detective, I was here enjoying this boring Saturday afternoon, and I'm seeing Pretty Woman, and I remember us.»
C: «Really? And what made you remember us!»
L: «I imagined myself in the role of Edward and you as Vivian.»
C: «Why I forget that you will always stop at the same subject, prostitutes.»
L: «Oh! Don't be rude, Detective. And Vivian's unusual hooker. My imagination is running high, with you of course.»
L: «I and you at the piano did a lot better than they did... And in the bathtub, better not comment...»
Chloe doesn't answer.
L: «Honey don't tell me you're...»
C: «Of course not, pervert! I have a daughter to take care and you don't have to run a nightclub.»
L: «It's still early, I can't believe you didn't imagine us.»
C: «Of course, Lucifer. But as you say, we aren't real. We are a kind of protagonists of a film, whose script is written by your father.»
Chloe realizes that her words hurt Lucifer.
C: «Lucifer, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...»
L: «No Detective, you're absolutely right, as always. See you on Monday.»
Notes:
I saw Pretty Woman this afternoon and I remembered how Lucifer could provoke Chloe. I apologize for some spelling and syntactic error, but English is not my mother tongue.