He looks over at Daniel, then down again at his own vessel. He had been able to keep Nick clean before by virtue of his Grace; he doesn't really know what actually goes in to the process of human hygiene. He knows, theoretically, how it works, that the addition of water and soap and person somehow comes out as cleanliness on the other side of the equal sign, but isn't quite sure of the specifics of how one gets there. Presumably there is scrubbing involved.
Humans did it literally every day, though. How hard could it possibly be?
"Yes," he says. "I'll do that."
He stands, ignores the utter hatred that his feet are sending him from being forced to bear his weight again, and goes into the bathroom. He closes the door, because he thinks there's something with modern humans about nudity and not being naked in front of strangers, so removing his clothes in Daniel's view may not be socially acceptable. It's probably better to be safe than accidentally make an unfortunate social insinuation.
Lucifer removes his clothing once he is out of eyeshot, folding each article before setting it on the counter. He looks at himself in the mirror for the first time and, at that point, perhaps understands why Daniel stopped in the first place. He is dirty, his face dust-smeared and his hair looking brown rather than blond, streaky where sweat has taken some of the grime off. His beard is hitting a fairly advanced stage of unruliness, long past the point where he should have started shaving it. There is a distinct difference in the skin tone of his face and hands and arms as compared to his torso, both from tanning and from simply the fact that his covered skin has less dirt on it. Nick had not been the thinnest man when he'd possessed him-- he is middle-aged and, though perhaps fairly decent-looking for forty, had carried a little weight around the middle-- and now had lost most of whatever spare fat he'd been carrying. Walking a few hundred miles is apparently an effective dieting plan.
There are small containers of soaps next to the sink, which he assumes are to be used for bathing. The bar is a shape he is familiar with, while the 'conditioner' and 'shampoo' are strange substances that he does not feel that he requires. Soap in hand, he turns to the shower itself.
There is a shower head at the top, which he understands is where water comes from. There is a dial and handle further down, which works in some manner that he is not particularly familiar with.
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Humans did it literally every day, though. How hard could it possibly be?
"Yes," he says. "I'll do that."
He stands, ignores the utter hatred that his feet are sending him from being forced to bear his weight again, and goes into the bathroom. He closes the door, because he thinks there's something with modern humans about nudity and not being naked in front of strangers, so removing his clothes in Daniel's view may not be socially acceptable. It's probably better to be safe than accidentally make an unfortunate social insinuation.
Lucifer removes his clothing once he is out of eyeshot, folding each article before setting it on the counter. He looks at himself in the mirror for the first time and, at that point, perhaps understands why Daniel stopped in the first place. He is dirty, his face dust-smeared and his hair looking brown rather than blond, streaky where sweat has taken some of the grime off. His beard is hitting a fairly advanced stage of unruliness, long past the point where he should have started shaving it. There is a distinct difference in the skin tone of his face and hands and arms as compared to his torso, both from tanning and from simply the fact that his covered skin has less dirt on it. Nick had not been the thinnest man when he'd possessed him-- he is middle-aged and, though perhaps fairly decent-looking for forty, had carried a little weight around the middle-- and now had lost most of whatever spare fat he'd been carrying. Walking a few hundred miles is apparently an effective dieting plan.
There are small containers of soaps next to the sink, which he assumes are to be used for bathing. The bar is a shape he is familiar with, while the 'conditioner' and 'shampoo' are strange substances that he does not feel that he requires. Soap in hand, he turns to the shower itself.
There is a shower head at the top, which he understands is where water comes from. There is a dial and handle further down, which works in some manner that he is not particularly familiar with.
This could be more difficult than he expected.