Octavia's faint, wry smirk faded until it was gone, replaced with something more thoughtful, as her gaze slid from him to the water.

"I don't know if I really even remember," she admitted. It had been a few years, after all, and this was a question she'd... never actually thought about, before. "But... you know it started out between me and you, first. And after that went away..."

The kindest possible way to phrase it, all things considered.

"It stayed away, for probably a good while. But there was something else in me that, kind of... looked for an outlet, maybe? The, I guess, the opposite of what we'd been doing."

She paused, hesitated, tried to pick the best words.

"And if there's something in you looking to be put in its place," she said, slower, "who's better than the Devil?"