That was fine.

Lucifer slid an arm around her and huddled in close. It was odd: he would have thought he'd have felt about as helplessly jealous as Duke had about it. Perhaps tried to punt Ilian into the sea, or something.

But he knew her. Trusted that whatever had transpired on Saturday night, it hadn't been about-- anything like that.

Instead he felt protective.

So he... protected. Sort of.