Will's face froze, catching the implication in her question, in the way she flinched away from his words.
He couldn't remember exactly how long the twins had been Lucifer's prisoners – only that it had been weeks, and if the thought had been horrifying at the time, it was downright gut-twisting now. Ten minutes had been enough to give him lasting nightmares, and the Devil hadn't even laid a finger on him.
"Shit," he said softly, and he sank heavily into the chair. "Sorry. I din' mean to—" he shook his head, abandoning the sentence; she wasn't dumb, she knew what he'd meant. "No. He didn't. Other things, but not water."