"You... can be a bit of a black box," Lucifer said, looking at Octavia. Did his arm shift into a more protective position? Perhaps. Though he didn't think either of them were completely right or completely wrong. "Which is why I appreciate you speaking up now, love."

He studied her. "Why don't you ask?" he said. "Or do you feel you can't? Or you do, and... well. You know. Things go tits up."