Octavia shook her head, with one of those tiny movements. "You're not hearing me." Less of an accusation, more a warning that she was about to say... what she hoped might clarify something.

For both of them.

"You're talking about getting things done to you," she continued, mild and quiet. "And I'm glad you've found stuff that works for you, and I know you don't mean it like this, but I'm... really struggling to hear you being interested in what I might want. Just what you want, and what I don't have to do if I don't want to."

Which wasn't nothing, but, well.

"You already have Lucifer, happy to provide whatever you could possibly think to want, no questions asked. That's not me."