Duke limped through the Gull, grabbing some provisions for another little private post-trouble tete-a-tete out on the decking, and tried to ignore his brother's hovering. "Wade. You know that wasn't me."

"I should've known it wasn't you when you actually seemed interested in what I had to say," Wade said, frowning. "I did call the cops. I saved your ass. So you could show me some gratitude and tell me what the big secret is about you."

Duke looked back at him and shook his head. "And I am doing you a favor by not sharing it."

Wade scoffed, but let Duke head out — just in time to find Lexie lurking instead.

"So I used to live here?" she asked. "What was I broke? I mean, it's nice and everything. It's a little nautical."

Duke snorted. Well, I'm glad you like it. You owe me six months' rent."

Lexie grinned. "I just tried to save your life. Shouldn't I get the first month free?"

Everyone seemed to be playing that line with him today. Instead of playing ball, Duke took the conversation in another direction. "You know, I've been thinking about what happened down in that basement. How you just stepped aside and let Tyler try to take me."

How she'd been trying to say something to Lucifer while she did it.

Lexie bit her lip, looking down. "I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I just — I — I didn't want to get stabbed. I'm not like your boyfriend. I bleed for more than a minute, you know? I was scared."

Duke nodded slowly. "See, that's where I get stuck. The way you jumped out of that barn, went down in that basement, even without Luce's invulnerability. . . . I guess I'm just having a hard time believing that you were scared." He leaned in a little. "I think you knew that my curse would kick in and save me."

"I really —" Lexie ducked away from him, heading for the door to the bar. "I don't know the first thing about it."

Duke lifted his chin, not following her. "But Audrey Parker would." He turned slowly, saw her frozen mid-stride. "Isn't that right, Audrey?"

She ducked her head. "Damn it, Duke." Then she spun on her heel and was wrapping her arms around him. "Yeah," she said softly. "It's me."

Duke was honestly a little startled to hear her admit it that easily, but he slowly raised his hands to hold her back.

"You can't tell anyone, okay?" she said. "I mean — I don't know if Lucifer has super hearing or something, but — Nathan can't know."

"Audrey —" Duke started.

"Promise me, Duke."

"I." Duke pulled back a little and looked down at her. She was gorgeous, even more so with the dark make-up and piercings, in his opinion, but even without it, she'd always — shone to him. Like a lighthouse. A beacon. "Yeah. Alright."

She popped up on her toes and kissed his cheek, then turned and headed into the bar.

She was much less likely to blurt anything with or without a promise. Duke still gave her a raised eyebrow before he spoke.

"It's her," he said, voice low. Low enough even they would probably need to lean in to hear him. He ran his hand through his hair. "That's her, that's really Audrey."

Well. Nice of the narrative to support Duke's immediate assumptions for once.

He was a bit too distracted staring at Lucifer now to notice, though. He backed up a step. "Uh, no, no we're not. Wade's still here. And Au --" He shot a glance around. "-- Lexie is still going to need help. The Guard is pissed and looking for someone to blame, and at some point they're going to realize that Nathan's at least mostly a good guy again."

"A man died because he stole me and shot you!" Duke yelled back.

Even as, yes, he writhed like a kitten.

(Garland Wuornos doing something not dissimilar was possibly where Gloria had gotten her nickname for Duke from.)