Octavia shifted a little. Not quite using his shoulder to hide from him, but some of the vibe was there. "Not that it's any of my business," she said. "But your... date nights, with Lucifer? They've been good?"

Now that the whole topic no longer made her feel weird and evasive, she was apparently back to craving reassurance.

(And was maybe curious, too. Now that there was room for that.)