Whereas Lucifer felt as if he'd spent the entire past ten minutes or so scrambling to keep up with her, rather than playing. It had, perhaps, not been the best path to take so quickly after a genuine and somewhat painful failure on his part to anticipate her wants.

But he reminded himself she wasn't doing it on purpose. Took her hand, and sat down next to her on the sofa. "Sorry," he said. "I can play 'does dirty talk' and I can play 'silence the naughty brat', but it feels like four things are happening at once here and I can't tell anymore which parts are which."