Absolutely no one was expecting him to take anything off in the first place.

Octavia wanted to roll her eyes at his sighing, but even that took more energy than she had. And would probably hurt, too. (Still, the urge was good to have. It was more normal than most others tonight had been.)

She set the robe aside, then slipped under the covers on her own side of the bed. Tried to lay on her back - and was immediately reminded of how sore the bump at the back of her head was.

So with a quiet sigh of her own, she turned onto her side, her back towards Lucifer.