"No, snogon," Octavia murmured. (Was the word choice on purpose, there? She wouldn't say.) "And I won't speak for Lucifer, because... That's his business."

Even if she had guesses, and all of them centered around a certain detective.

"But I know I got uncomfortable because 'dating' sounds so -- definite. Like it's defined from the outside, because that comes with expectations and baggage."