When Duke had fallen in love with Nathan, he'd conspired to stick tacks in his back. His total shit show of suggesting their current arrangement had been progress. With Octavia, she'd just kind of decided they were a thing and he agreed, after all. Come to think of it, that was how they'd both ended up moving onto his boat, too. . . .

"I feel the same way," Duke said. "Whether you end up feeling. . . ." He did a small approximation of Lucifer's sucked in breath. ". . . Or not."