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[ She knows he doesn't mean the bar. His hand may have well punctured her chest and curled around her heart, what with the rush she feels when his skin brushes hers. Chloe has to remind herself that this the old Lucifer, the one who had been trying to get her in bed since day one. Things have changed now, sure; there was a truth spoken between them that had been ignored before, a distance between them that had been bridged. While their relationship may have changed on a fundamental level, and a stronger connection had been forged, it didn't change what they were to each other.

Friends. Best friends, even. Partners. But that was all. ]

I'm still not going to sleep with you. [ At least her tone in honestly teasing this time, blowing off his advances in the manner she did at home. ]