HAND


"Give me your hand, darling."

How curious it is for Chloe to think about that song, that very song he had sung for her - or rather to find a suspect in a bar - years ago. He's not singing, just asking for her hand.

She joins them, intertwines her fingers together because she just… she just can't.

Not in the least hurt by her reaction, Lucifer smiles - kind, sympathetic to her dilemma. Probably a bit amused, too - given the gleam in his eyes and how his wings lift a bit higher. Her eyes widen a bit, too.

If he'd ever move them forward, she'd fall from the balcony.

She would.

She will.

She's human.

Lucifer stretches his own hand. "You're safe with me, Detective. You'll always be."

Gulping, Chloe looks at his wings and hand in turn. She once said she chose to be vulnerable around him…

Surely it can imply fear of flying in the Devil's safe arms. Or wings.

Her hand brushes his.