Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Tomorrow, they'd be home in the Bahamas again, most likely. But right now... Octavia and Lucifer were exploring the latter's old mansion. In Octavia's case, with a glass of wine in hand, and a sort of a permanent mix of amusement and curiosity on her face.

"Oh, there's a lot that hasn't been done yet, isn't there?" she said, peering into the living room. "Weird."

[ooc: For that guy with all the gray! No, the other one.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I assume we haven't had our brief detour to living on land yet," Lucifer mused. "...Or unlocked the full potential of Duke's creativity."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia cast him an amused look.

"Maybe this was still the time you were against letting him be creative," she teased in a rasp.

[my_own_advocate]

"I was never against letting him be creative," Lucifer argued. "He just didn't seem interested."

[okteiviakom]

"Uh huh, darling, sure," Octavia replied.

This was a highly innocent sip of wine.

[my_own_advocate]

"I was not," Lucifer said firmly, and took a pointed swig of his own wine.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. She raised her free hand in a vague gesture of waving something away. "'Oh but the netting, miss Octavia, I cannot stand for it!'"

Her approximation of his accent had not actually gotten much better over the years.

[my_own_advocate]

"That is not how I sound," Lucifer said, pointedly. "And his terrible interior design skills back then are an entirely different matter."

[okteiviakom]

One placating gesture later, Octavia let her hand drop.

"Still creative," she said, softer, "but okay, sure."

[my_own_advocate]

"I was going for something a bit more innuendo-y," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

"This house has seen a lot," Octavia replied with a touch of something wry, reaching out for free his hand to tug him a little closer to her side. "Sometimes it helps to be more specific."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's me," Lucifer sighed, but he went willingly, and with a smile. "When isn't whatever I say about innuendo?"

[okteiviakom]

"Surprisingly often," Octavia quipped.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shot her a cross Look. "In our date night spaces?"

[okteiviakom]

"Was the 'surprisingly' not clear enough?"

[my_own_advocate]

"You remain as bratty as you ever were," Lucifer sighed, tugging her arm around his waist.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smirked as her arm settled around his waist. "Now there's something that's not even a little bit surprising," she rasped. "As hard as I've tried to age out of being called a brat."

[my_own_advocate]

"You haven't actually tried even a little."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm over fifty, Lucifer," Octavia pointed out. "I think I deserve some credit for trying a little, by now."

[my_own_advocate]

"And you clung on to your brathood all the way to fifty and beyond."

[okteiviakom]

"Well," Octavia drawled, giving his waist an idle little squeeze. "It does always get your attention..."

[my_own_advocate]

"Almost as much as you taking your top off," Lucifer allowed.

[okteiviakom]

Snort.

"And the combination can't be beat."

This seemed like a good time for another sip.

[my_own_advocate]

"I've never pretended to be complicated about that sort of thing," Lucifer said, and freed his hand so he could swat her arse.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's laugh had no business sounding at all surprised, after all this time. So maybe it was just delight, instead.

"I know, sometimes it's enough that I just exist."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled.

"Speaking of you existing places," he said, "Shall we head towards the bedroom?"