Now fully briefed on her plan to entice Carver into using Lux as the venue for his cash grab, he diverted his efforts back to his own aims for the evening. His advances having been frustrated so far, Lucifer resorted to the strongest card he still held. "I saw it, Detective," Lucifer said, unprompted, as he pocketed one hand, coming to a stop at the passenger's side door. Chloe, her hand on the car door handle, paused, turning her attention on him. Her expression questioned what he was referring to without a word needing to be said. "The moment you figured out what you needed to do to get rid of me. And you still haven't done it. Why not?"
"Because... I... value your contributions to closing these cases."
"There's more to it than that, isn't there?" he pressed.
"What exactly are you implying, Lucifer?" Chloe's eyes narrowed as she spoke.
"You are attracted to me. Sexually. And you still can't figure me out. Or at least you don't think you have. It's not as if I haven't given you the answer numerous times," Lucifer pointed out, equally confident in his assessment of her attraction to him.
"I... am not... attracted to you... I'm nauseous," Chloe responded, somewhat unsteady and keeping herself tied tightly down. The only thing she couldn't control was the flush on her cheeks.
"I'll forgive you for that one, Detective, seeing as you're not just lying to me, you're also lying to yourself. Not only that, torturing yourself by doing so. Which, truthfully, seems like a just and equitable punishment to me. Besides, you're adorable when you're flustered."
"Stop pressing me, Lucifer. I don't have, even the remotest intention, of sleeping with you," Chloe said, having quickly switched gears to 'completely steady' again.
"Now that was the truth...!" Lucifer declared to demonstrate he could tell the difference.
"And yet you persist." She opened the door and got into the car. Lucifer stood looking out at the street in front of them, unfocused on any particular thing, thoroughly puzzled. She did find him unsettlingly attractive and still... wasn't willing to...
"Lucifer! Get in!" Chloe shouted impatiently but without malice from inside the vehicle, reaching up with one hand and pointing at the hood of the cruiser.
He did so. "Now this I truly don't understand, Detective–" Lucifer began to say as he put his seatbelt on.
"Lucifer, what did I just say?" Chloe asked, turning the key in the ignition.
"Very well. I'll just have to look elsewhere for my answers."
Chloe sighed glancing skyward for a moment. Still gonna shoot this uppity shit-disturber one day.
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