“Twin brother,” Chloe confirms, her face twisting in abject disgust. “He showed up, when Lucifer was in Hell, pretending to be Lucifer. He might’ve even convinced me, except that he’s a terrible kisser.”

She pauses a moment, to let that sink in. “And when that didn’t work, and Lucifer came back - he kidnapped me. Broke into my home and took me. Trixie wasn’t with me that night, otherwise I don’t even know what would’ve happened.”

So much stuff that she wouldn’t otherwise be telling a near-stranger, if not for that damn cotton candy.