"Ultimately," said Summer, running her fingers along the edges of the door with disapprovingly narrowed eyes because this would be a tricky one without any tools, "only you can answer that question, and I can only help if you actually want help."

Also mostly as a joke, but also....kind of not?

"But, I mean, from where I'm standing," or kneeling, as it were, in front of the door, "it kind of sounds like you'd have it handled just fine if Lucifer just butt out of you and Amaya's business. I mean, you two have been friends for a while, right? I've never rely heard of you two having problems like this before...and if it's not an exclusivity thing..."

And then, suddenly, Summer gasped, eyes widening with realization as she straightened. "Ohmygod!"