Lucifer stared up at the ceiling, listening to his own breathing as it slowed back down. Trying to stave off the return of intrusive thoughts and the instincts he knew-- hurt Octavia before. It didn't quite work.

And so the feeling of Duke's fingers on him went from unequivocally good to-- he wasn't sure.

He shifted. A little. Dragged his gaze away from the ceiling, down to Duke's face.

"Well," he said.