Lex’s head turned slightly when he heard a few polite taps on the threshold of his door. Too polite for Marcus, to be sure. And sure enough, Blue spoke up and made herself known, and just as he’d opened his mouth to greet her, she mentioned Jess. He just about choked, and if he’d been drinking anything it would’ve probably come out in a fine spray. Marcus hadn’t been keeping his fucking mouth closed. But that was okay, he decided pretty immediately. “Yeah,” he agreed after he’d thought about it a moment. “Yeah, I guess you are.” He scooted his way off of the bed and instead bounced across the room to his closet. The closet was a walk-in, the only one in the house, and it was filled with polite and refined clothes of both genders. His own clothes hung up to the left as they walked in, and Jenessa’s clothes hung on the right. His white lab coat and Jenessa’s scrubs hung at the furthest end, on the rod connecting the two sides of the closet.<br/><br/>“I guess you can really take your pick. Take as much as you can carry, even,” Lex threw back over his shoulder, his hand idly dragging along the fabric of Jenessa’s dresses and sweaters. He could still remember vaguely what they looked like based on the feel. There was the silky blue gown that she’d worn to the first hospital gala they’d attended together, and next to it was the white, bulk-knitted turtleneck that he’d gotten her for her birthday one year. She’d practically drowned in it, but she kept it around because Lex had always insisted she looked cute. And she did, but the thing about a succubus was that they made themselves to be something you ultimately desired, but they were still a demon underneath.