Wherever Marcus is waking up, be it his own place or somewhere new, he'll be greeted by the smell of breakfast cooking. Bacon, eggs, fresh coffee, all the wonderful scents to put a weary mind at ease. At least at first. He may not know who this random man is. They've never met face to face. Even as a man of the cloth he probably won't even get a sense of who he really is. It's not every day you have the Devil in your kitchen making you omelets. He's been around long enough to have picked up a few things, so he even has some hand chopped vegetables like onions and peppers to go in said omelets. Lucifer is wearing an apron and softly humming to himself while pushing a fluffy looking morsel onto a plate with cheese absolutely oozing out of it. He barely casts a glance towards the sound of someone joining him.

"It may not be a full english but there's plenty to go around." A motion towards an empty seat with his spatula.

"Pour yourself some coffee and have a seat. Also what do you want in yours?" Completely casual as if he's been living here with the old priest the whole time.