He's not experiencing things at the same level.
First above, then lower… still, always higher than hers.
Back when she found everything out about him, Chloe had only thought about the 'Devil' that he really was, how the notion of good and evil could differ from her own - so human, of course. She had stayed stuck on the monster, the torturer, the being who had no limits, who did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, without paying much attention to the rest of the world.
When she'd no longer feared the monster, that difference of opinion about what was right or wrong, she'd focused on the angel, the man of now.
She had never considered - not once - the 'King'.
She barely started to consider it recently, it's been a few months old, only really perceptible in the last few weeks.
Her perception's amplifying right now.
It amplifies so many things.
His life in Hell hadn't necessarily been just... pain, endless torments and bloody massacres.
What could the 'monotony' of a king be?
And him starting to like hers gives… rise to laughter?
A nervous laugh rises inside her throat. With a clenched fist against her mouth, she turns it into a cough before rubbing her shoulders, trembling for no specific reason.
Lucifer, who perceived it as such, closes the open window on his side of the car, paying closer attention to her well-being than she expected him to, than she'd always expected him to.
The Devil really is in the details.
But she is his Queen, so this is normal stuff. Right? Right, it's… unexpected, being the Queen, allowed to be 'his'. She's just her, 'monotonous' human being - created through some sort of direct intervention by His Father, right, but... still, she's her, that's all - Chloe Jane Decker.
"And how am I, Chloe Decker, a nobody... supposed to deal with that?
All those... all those conquests, his taste of luxury, his need for an audience, 'courtiers' to watch from above, from the top of those stairs at first sight like any others.
How is she supposed to deal with his monotony?
How is she supposed to be the equal of a King?
That's when she notices her royal partner's disappointed frown. "Between laughs and paternal words, I tend to prefer the first option, Detective," he says as she keeps staring at him.
"Patern-- what?" she stammers, confused.
"Are you that tired that don't remember including the Sacrosanct Douche in the conversation?"
Chloe opens her mouth, closing it shortly after.
Oh. Right... the 'Oh God' thought, aloud, 'got it.
The newest royal influence in her life had a knack for voicing the Queen's thoughts.
Okay, she better stops thinking right now.
