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I'm the devil, Detective. I do lust, not romance, though I can make a good wing of a wooing. Shall I woo you? That would be new. Roses and what, teddy bears? Or is that only for V-Day?

I don't want to be wooed by you, no.

[ She leaned forward, lifting her arms so she could drape them over his shoulders as she looked his face over, the look on her own more thoughtful than anything else. ]

I want to figure out why somebody who claims he just does lust gets jealous over one touch.

[She moved in closer, his hand lifting from where it was on the chair behind her to brush her hair back, much as Henry had done.]

Because he doesn't deserve to touch you. I would have thought that obvious.

Uh huh. And what if it wasn't him?

[ Even she could admit she preferred his touch doing the same thing, though she contributed that to Henry being a murderer. ]

What if it was someone I wanted to touch me. Are you telling me you wouldn't be jealous then?

[His hand paused where it was before he caught himself, though he didn't realize he was frowning. His fingers moved to her neck, tracing down along the side of it and remembering where he'd left his mark, a mark that had long since faded.]

Who do you want touching you? Don't tell me it's your weaselly ex. I would have thought that ship had sailed and you'd come to your senses.

[ She tilted her head slightly as she pulled one of her arms back, her hand settling against his cheek as she traced her thumb against the corner of his frown. ]

If I decided to see someone, I mean. Or would that bother you, too? Me dating someone.

Don't be ridiculous. Why would it bother me?

[And yet... that frown wasn't going anywhere. He thought about her and her ex, the crease deepening as the hand at her thigh gripped a little tighter.]

You're frowning a lot over something you're calling ridiculous.

[ Her thumb traced away from his mouth, eyes still fixed on his face as she felt his grip tighten. ]

What are you thinking about?

[When she mentioned it, he blinked himself free of his thoughts, smoothing his features into something a little less... displeased. He gave her a small smile, thumb moving to her jaw, sliding over it to her chin.]

Doesn't matter, does it? Are you interested in someone touching you, Detective? I haven't heard you mention anyone.

That doesn't matter either. I want to know why thinking about someone else touching me at all bothers you so much.

[ No way she was admitting that the only person she'd thought about touching her recently was him, though it seemed obvious enough with their position. ]

I--

[The words stuck, his eyes lifting from where his thumb was tracing up to her eyes, confusion flickering in them for a moment.]

I don't really know why. It does, though. Why do you suppose that is?

[ There it was, the confusion again, though only for a second. As hard as it was to believe, she was beginning to think he honestly had no idea what jealousy felt like.

Her hand slipped away from his face so she could let her arm slide over his shoulder again. ]

It's called jealousy, Lucifer. I can't tell you why you're feeling it.

Nonsense. I don't get jealous. I cause jealousy, but I don't feel it. Feelings are for mortals.

[And yet... here he was, with her on his lap and feeling like if Henry lay a finger on her again, he'd rip it off and-- well. He'd do things that he'd best not get caught doing while he was on earth instead of back home.]

You keep saying that, but you can't see the way you react.

You really don't think you'll get jealous if I go back over there tonight? To apologize for how possessive my husband is and ask if he'd like to have a drink together?

[The grip on her thigh tightened, his eyes narrowing. Then he realized she was playing with him -- or he thought she was, and he relaxed.]

Funny, Detective, but I doubt those morals of yours would allow you to let one of your suspects get his hands all over you, even if only to rub it in my face. You want me, denial or not, and that took serious persuasion on my part. If you went over, it would only be to... what, test me? Do you really want to hinge your case on whether or not I'm susceptible to human emotions?

[ That grip tightened again and she nearly pulled an arm back to grab his wrist, only stopping herself when he relaxed again. ]

I didn't say anything about letting him get his hands all over me. I could just go over there to talk to him. To tell him about you. How much control you insist on having, how you work such long hours, how you get me expensive gifts to make up for how little time we spend together. That I suspect you're sleeping with some woman in your office and that's why you work into the night sometimes.

All of which are untrue. I've had one Luci-phony running around sullying my name, Detective. I'll not have a second such smear on it. You'll just have to wait to bat your lashes at him until tomorrow. After which I'll happily tear his head off. I could present you with his still beating heart, if you'd like.

For you, maybe, but it would be completely believable if I'm talking about my fake husband. The one who decided we were leaving a party because the host dared to touch me.

[ She rolled her eyes at the threat of tearing Henry's head off, shaking her head. ]

You're not going to be here if he tries anything.

Like hell I'm not. I'd very much like to see you try to keep me away from here when you're doing all the exciting stuff. That is why I agreed to do this, after all, and a deal's a deal.

Maybe we should be trying to get him to kill you instead if you want to be involved so much. I'm sure a knife to your throat won't be a problem, right?

Why do I get the feeling you'd like that? One little slip and oops, Lucifer's out of your life forever...

Though, probably not. Maybe. Maze is still rather mother-henny over me and if I can bleed, perhaps I can die. Wouldn't that be a laugh? The devil winding up waiting to go to hell.

[ Her eyes narrowed a little at that and she pulled one arm back, her hand sliding against the side of his neck. ]

Don't be an idiot. I think a lot of things about you, but I don't want you dead. I'd like to think that's clear by now.

You'd think wrong. I can't tell with you and it vexes me. Your motives are unclear, as are your feelings. You tell me you revile me, yet you crawl into bed with me in a moment of what I can only assume is weakness. You enjoyed it, I know that, yet the idea of doing it again seems to offend you, which leads me to believe I offend you, and as I've been nothing but honest with you, I can't understand why.

[ What he said made her glance down at where she sat in his lap, a sigh escaping her lips as she pulled her arms back and pressed her hands to the arms of the chair, sliding herself off of him to stand again. The irritation she felt was more at herself than him because he was right, as much as she hated admitted that even just to herself. ]

You're attractive and you have moments where you're not a complete ass. That night was... [ she paused as she really thought about it, a quiet huff coming out before she continued ] It was weakness and I was hoping to get you out of my system, just like I thought it would get me out of yours. I didn't think doing it again was going to come up before you got bored and moved on.

If I thought about things the same way you do then just a fling would be fine, but I don't. And I don't understand is why you're so stuck on me when all you want is sex and you've made it clear that you can get that from any woman you want.

[She moved and that frown came back, his hand moving to catch one of hers. He didn't pull, but he held her.]

Don't go...

[She did that. Got him all mixed up inside, then left him to mull over it alone. He'd come to the conclusion that he didn't enjoy it. He'd rather mull over it with her. He enjoyed her as a sounding board as much as he enjoyed her for other things.

But he did hear her, even if he didn't fully understand all these feelings flying around everywhere.]

You said you thought it would get me out of your system. Am I to understand it hasn't?

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